Thoughts on Obama

I love Michelle Obama. There are a lot of reasons, but the one that comes to mind right now is that, on the most recent cover of Newsweek, she appears taller than her husband. I am pretty tall myself, and I envy the fact that she is almost as tall as Barack, and yet she still wears heels, to an event where she will be photographed and put on the cover of magazines. Seriously, I love her. I wish I was that cool.

And as for our President, I love him too. Not because I think he is perfect, actually, his stumble during the oath of office made him seem almost human. I love him because he represents change. I love that there is a young family in the White House, and I love that they don't look like me. I love that Megan knows who Barack Obama is. I love that she was disappointed that he wasn't there when we went to vote in November. I love that when she saw the picture of Michelle Obama on the cover of Newsweek she didn't understand why she wasn't wearing the "yellow dress she was wearing earlier." But most of all, I love that she has never once mentioned that he looks a bit different than she does. I hope the thought never even crosses her mind.

In January of 2008 I was terrified, because I was desperate for a Democrat to be in the White House and I was concerned that we were being a little too, well, liberal, with Hillary and Barack as our top contenders. I should have had more faith. I am a little ashamed of myself for not believing in the people of this country. Despite the dire financial situation, I am so excited to have a man (someday it will be a woman) in the White House who I think really cares about the same things that I do.

Hooray America!