There's this wide/teary-eyed, doll-face half-smile (with dimples) look that I get on my face when I'm in love, when the object of my affection has said something... or perhaps done nothing, but either way, I'm just completely consumed with him. I think it's from an overwhelming amount of emotion in that particular moment - not knowing what to do with the highest level of ecstasy that I feel - Cry or laugh or both?
President-elect and today officially, President of the United States of America.... Barack Obama makes me feel that I'm wide/teary-eyed, doll-faced, half-smiling with dimples in love... but not with him. I'm in love with the hope he represents, the aspiration, the pursuit of happiness, the rewards of genuinely hard work, knowing that good guys don't always finish last, and knowing that my skin and eye colour, the shape of my nose, means nothing in the face of proven good intentions.
And all of this is a warm feeling from the pit of my stomach, that rises and surrounds, expediates the solid beat in my heart. A feeling otherwise known as "Gaga"
"...There are many who wont agree with every decision or policy I make as President, and we know that government cant solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree...
This victory alone is not the change we seek - it is only the chance for us to make that change.
We are not enemies, but friends...though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection... (Quoting from Lincoln)
Yes We Can."
President-Elect Speech in Chicago, 4th November 2008
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