Yesterday, Mia and I watched the inauguration of Barack Obama as the forty-fourth president of the United States.
Even though Mia is only five, I thought it was important for her to watch. I don't think she understood the full impact, but I hope when she is older, she will remember it, and remember sharing that moment with her Mom. Yesterday, though, she was more interested in watching Malia and Sasha.
I teared up quite a bit; his speech was encouraging without blowing smoke up our asses. I have great hopes and even though I know it will be a long hard road, I'm up to the challenge. There seemed to be a lot of non-partisan involvement and I hope that continues. We are, after all, the United States of America.
And what the hell was up with Aretha Franklin's hat? Only Ms. Franklin could get away with a hat that has a bow so large it needs its own personal assistant.