The 44th President was elected by the people yesterday. Hundreds of thousands voted for the first time ever or the first time in a long time. Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation I’m experiencing but I’m still stunned. Haven’t shed a tear or jumped for joy. But I’m filled with hope, my old friend with feathers, reawakened the way it was piqued on a lovely spring day in downtown Oakland when the senator from Illinois spoke to a standing only crowd. I thought to myself, he’ll be president, even if my cynicism and experience told me it couldn’t be.

I used to think the same thing about becoming a mom.

Miracles happen. They’re born every day.