I only stayed up until about 1:30 last night and then I just couldn’t keep my eyes open, so I went to bed. But when I woke up there were giant barack Obama faces on the BBC morning news and I jumped up and down with joy. Then I ran upstairs and jumped on the bed yelling to Jeremy “I finally voted for a winner!” Then I ran to turn on the computer, then I ran to watch the news some more, then I ran back to the computer to look up his acceptance speach and then Jeremy yelled “Why are you running so much?” and I yelled back “Because I’m excited!”
He hates it when I run up and down the stairs, he seems to think I’ll break the house or something. This usually just makes me run more because I am, at heart, only about 12 years old and am therefore prone to irrational acts of rebellion. But today I was too happy to bring him extra grief so i lightly scampered back upstairs and watched Obama’s acceptance speech in Grant Park (do I need to point out how much I wish I could have been there? Because I REALLY wish I could have been there.) and totally cried some happy tears, especially when he promised his daughters a puppy. I mean how awesome, you’re dad’s the president AND you get a puppy. Banner day for Malia and Sasha.
This is so much better than 2004 when I celebrated by crying in a corner of Trafalgar Square as I told Jeremy that we were definitely not moving back for at least 4 years.