Although I ran through the streets (and the Geary Street tunnel) screaming for joy in San Francisco in November 1992, I don't think I ever had a huge crush on the entire First Family before.
I'm still in love. And I think I'm actually kind of pragmatic about my expectations. My brain is saying, "Take it slow... you've been burned before," but my heart is saying, "Da-a-a-a-a-a-amn!!!"
Is it the ghastliness that came before? Is it that he/they are so amazingly smart and inspiring? Is it that I can finally listen to a President speak and not want to dig my eardrums out with a spork?
I'm blushing. Truly. And never the cock-eyed optimist, but I suppose I've been marketed to quite effectively. Touche, Barack.
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