Yesterday morning, I woke up at 5:40AM. I bundled up and headed outside into the dark and quiet streets. As I hurried along along to meet my walking partner, the air was eerily warm, and leaves swirled about in the wind. It would have been a perfect setting for a Halloween evening, but the feelings it evoked didn't mark one of fear. Instead, I realized that the feelings in the air was one of change. Significant change. I knew snow usually always followed such warm weather, and I anticipated it to snow throughout the day; imagining all the white-covered cars as people drove to precincts to participate in the Election. Both snow and voting --two changes on the same day.
But the snow didn't come yesterday.
This morning, I again woke at 5:40AM. I bundled up and headed outside, and was delightfully surprised to be greeted by a soft powder blanketing the city. I had been complaining about cold weather ever since we moved back from California, but running/walking with snow gently pelting us, I realized how much I love the first snow-fall of the year. I wondered at the significance of such change in the landscape when such monumental change was occurring all across our Nation. I found it ironic that the words of Barack Obama, the man I didn't want to be President in the first place, permeated my mind and reminded me that change was going to come. I was grateful that the change came about through a Free Election, where the people's voices were heard. Where we are not suppressed for our feelings and ideas --where anyone can vote their conscience without fear. I was humbled to know that the first African American President had been elected, and quite honestly, I was thrilled at being a part of such a historic event, even though I didn't vote for him. I may not agree with Obama's ideas or policies (in fact, they make me very nervous), but I do respect the man and the office he now holds. If you read my post yesterday, you'll also know I'm hoping he'll make me a believer.
**Florida and Arizona passed their Propositions to prohibit SSM, and I waited on pins and needles to see how California would go...
...and it looks like it passed. I would be lying if I didn't say I was relieved. Very relieved, indeed!
Conversations around our house this morning:
me: Kids, we have a new President!
#1: Who won?
#2: Did you want Obama to win?
me: No. But it's okay. That's what's great about our country; we don't angry when the other guy wins.
#1: Who is Obama?
me: Wanna see a picture?
[I show them some pictures via Google Images]
me: Isn't he handsome?
#1 and #2: Yes! He's very handsome.
#1: What did the other guy look like?
[I show them pictures of McCain]
[Trying not to laugh]
me: Anyway, I hope Obama will be a good President.
#2: But you didn't want him to win.
me: I know, but now he's the President and so now we get to pray for him so he'll make good choices.
#1: Yeah. That's a good idea.
me: #3, we have a new President of our country! His name is Barack Obama and he's the President now!
#3: I like snow. I wanna make a snowball!
me: Okay, then.
me: The President stays President for at least Four Years.
#2: Mom? What happens if the President of our country dies?
me: Well, we hope it doesn't happen, but if it does, the Vice President steps in to be President, and in this case, it would be Joe Biden.
#2: President Monson will be the Prophet until he dies! Not four years.
me: Yes, but that's because it's different. President Obama is the President of our country --just the United States of America. President Monson is the Prophet for the whole world; he speaks for the Church and the Gospel of Jesus Christ is all over the world, not just in our country. President Obama doesn't run other countries; just ours.
#2: Yep, the whole world!
me: The whole world.