I woke, not early, but early enough. My first decision was to skip MOPS, even though meeting with those other moms is a highlight of my week. My second decision was to record over last night's episode of House, even though we hadn't watched it yet. No matter. I'll watch it later, and what I most wanted to record was the event of the morning.
We sat on the couch, the girls and I, watching NBC's coverage that was fairly uninteresting for Sydney and Jules, but plenty interesting for me. As the Presidential motorcade wound its way through Washington, D.C., I read If You Give a Cat a Cupcake aloud to the girls.
As the former Presidents walked onto the platform, I taught the girls how to say President Obama.
As the inaugural address was given, I gave Sydney a brief version of history's events that made today so very significant.
And as President Obama walked off the stage, we three girls prayed for our new leader, Jules's hands clasped in prayer, her eyes shut tightly, reciting "Obama" every time she heard me say his name.
They probably won't remember this day, but I will. Not because of the why or the how, or the ends or the means, or the political winds of change. I'll remember it as the first inauguration that has made me cry. I'll remember it because of the who, and because of the many men and women who came before, believing that this day should come. A generation ago, one man had a dream. Many generations before that, another man had a dream. And for a brief moment this morning, as Obama's hand rested on Lincoln's Bible, I couldn't help but feel those dreams tying us all together.
That, my friends, is worth remembering.
(images from BBC.co.uk)
"So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:
'Let it be told to the future world...that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive ... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it].'
America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations." (from Obama's inaugural address)