For months now, I haven't seen what the fuss was all about, never felt the much-vaunted charisma. Tonight, though, I'm watching his acceptance speech on CNN with tears pricking in my eyes. I've watched election night since 1984, the year I had a playground fight with my friend Daniel over Reagan vs. Mondale, and I've never been so moved.
Tomorrow, I'll remember all the reasons why I voted for the other guy today. I'm pretty sure that in a year or two, I'll be griping about him, because I have some fundamental disagreements with his policies. But I wish that weren't so, because I like feeling as proud of my president and my country as I do right now.