The girls and I spent the day roaming the streets of DC. People were happy. Like Christmas eve happy. This is a lovely city. Our home.

The girls were excited to go vote for Obama. We didn't realize that Rachel thought voting for someone meant they would get to meet them. Rachel cried and yelled when Obama wasn't there at our polling station to be voted for. "We are voting for him. Where is he?" Rachel asked. Young people and their expectations. I fear if the girls ever met him, they would talk his ear off and the Secret Service would be brought in to rescue him from two 3 year olds.