On the day I turned 12 years old, Reagan won the election. That was long before I developed any allegiance to one party or another, but I remember thinking it was pretty cool that the election fell on my birthday.
And so it does, again.
But this time? It’s super cool. (So maybe there’s some hip slang I could use instead of cool, but I don’t know it. Because I’m 40 now. Sacrifices must be made.)
I have no idea how the day will play itself out, but I do know that I have my fingers crossed for my candidate, but also in the hope that whoever wins will take it by such a wide margin that the country won’t be left in limbo for days or weeks. We could use that much certainty.
There are a lot of places one could spend a milestone birthday like this one, but I have a feeling that I’ll be exactly where the rest of you are.
On the edge of my seat.
My best friend Madge wrote some nice things for me today over at her place. I just went back to read it for the second time, and I’m crying all over again…
And…I completely forgot to mention that this is also my 200th post!