Voting Booth

I get VERY excited every time I have the chance to vote. Maybe it's the feminist in me knowing that if I didn't exercise my right I'd be spitting in the face of all the hard work and suffering that went in to giving me my right. I vote in every single election from Presidential to County Clerk (that one bewilders me). I love to pull the lever, close the curtain, carefully make sure I'm clicking the little bar for my candidate(s), double checking once again, and then finally making my selection.

Pat and I always vote together. It's a tradition. I was biting my nails all day because yesterday I had to wait until he got home from Binghamton to vote. He says I take way too long in the voting booth. Whatever.

Yesterday was HUGE in so many ways. Huge because this election will shape the country in the next four years into a more mature America and hopefully smarter America. It was also huge because I wasn't only voting for myself, Pat, our family or friends. I now have a son to think about and more importantly the shape of HIS future.

It's funny that I really didn't think of this when I got pregnant. Of course I knew that I'd be changed forever as a person but truly the task of motherhood is more than being responsible for the every day issues like food, shelter, love, education. Those are super important don't get me wrong. But yesterday and several days leading up to the election made me think of this responsibility in a whole new way. I have the power with my single vote to make a "change" that will affect HIS life.

I picked up Aedan at 4:45 p.m., drove to our voting location, met Pat in the parking lot, and made our way to Room 122 (it was in a school). I had a bounce in my step and was a little more giddy this time. Pat took Aedan into the booth with him to vote. I wanted to take a picture of them but I think it's illegal.

It was a lovely day and even lovlier evening! Hooray!
I explained the results to Aedan this morning. He just stared at me, sneezed a boogery sneeze and laughed. Pure joy!