Vote

We voted this morning. While early voting lacks a little of the emotional buzz of Election Day, we wanted to bring The Kid with us and the specter of a very long wait made us opt for the early vote.

We arrived just as the polls opened at eight and stood in line less than ten minutes. The Kid and I talked our way through the ballot, reviewed our choices and he pressed the VOTE button for me.

I thought he was a bit unimpressed with the whole business, but when we were waiting for his tardy slip in the attendance office, he very proudly told the secretary how we'd spent our morning and that he himself had pressed the VOTE button.

Despite the lack of official Election Day adrenaline, I choked up a little as I cast my vote for president. This is such an historic election and as someone who spent her earliest childhood in a still segregated, small Texas town, I am particularly proud to be a Democrat today.

We've talked a lot about the election in our house and after this happened, we've talked even more about prejudice and how politics can sometimes bring out the worst in people. We've talked about respecting other's viewpoints, particularly when we disagree. We've talked about how lucky we are to live in a country where we can disagree – vigorously – with our friends and neighbors and yet remain friends and neighbors.

I hope that's what The Kid takes away from this particular election. That, and that we voted for the next President of the United States, and our vote made history.