My 51st birthday is on November 9th. That's tough to admit... I don't feel a day over 40, but there it is. 51. Wow.
This has been about the worst couple of years I have ever lived, and I so want this election to be the point where I can draw that line in the sand and turn all of the bad stuff into goodness.
Dearest Barack,
When you get to be as old as I am, birthdays are not really the exciting day they were when you were younger. Sure, it's good to realize that I'm 51 and have managed to overcome so many obstacles, but this evening is something so incredibly fantastic, so beautiful, that I will often be talking about it with my grandchildren.
Thank you B. Thank you for your determination, your intellect, your class, your calm and quiet. You have instilled in my son the desire to go into politics and really make a difference in this world. Thank you for a wonderful birthday gift... the finest gift I could ever have received: hope for me and my child.
Every minute and hour I have spent calling, writing, photographing and talking about you, and for you, were moments so much more well spent than any I could have spent furthering my own goals; more than any job interview I may have given up, more than any billable hour I may have missed - and I would do it all again.
Barack Obama, don't you let me down. I have a child who is following in your footsteps.
Love,
Prosediva
P.S. Please make sure I NEVER have to hear Sara Palin utter the word "also" again - and please... if you can do something to keep McCain from making those piggy noises again, I would sooo appreciate it.
xxxx