Exhaling, at last...

Little sweetheart, we all went to bed Tuesday night feeling very uneasy about the election, here. But come Wednesday morning things began turning. 

Almost on cue, the weather, which had been dark and wet and cold for days, began to clear. The sun came out and the temperature climbed to unseasonable degrees of delicious warmth. Through the week the weather mirrored the results - everything got brighter. 

Then, finally, late this morning, the race was called for President-Elect Biden. I heard it before I saw it. 

All during the lock down this last spring, at 7pm each day, people would take to their roofs or open their windows or stop on the street to applaud and cheer and ring bells in honor of the healthcare workers fighting for all of us. 

This morning, I could hear the same thing, and I knew it meant we'd won. I picked up our set of sleighbells and joined the chorus. I texted your parents and several other friends and let them know, too. 

Later, I went for a long walk. It was glorious- the weather, the happy people, the brilliantly colored leaves of autumn, the very air. Up in Riverside Park, I came across an old timey band - banjo, clarinet, drums, trombone - playing "Happy Days Are Here Again" and people dancing. I took a short video and sent it to your mom and dad who wrote back to say "I love NY!". 

We do, little sweetheart, don't we? And we love you. Forever. Forever.