On Election night, Ben and I gathered the polling place signs in the First Ward in Ann Arbor. He wanted to sleep, but insisted I wake him so we could go the the “Barack Party” at the Dem headquarters.
By 10, he was sound asleep in the back seat, and I took the last sign out of my trunk. Pennsylvania was blue, Ohio was likely blue, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire, New Jersey, Connecticut, all blue.
I opened his door and gently said, “Do you still want to go to the party, or do you want to go home and sleep?”
“I want to go to the party," he said. “Will you carry me?”
Forever, my son. It is a new world.
*President-elect Barack Obama, November 4, 2008, Grant Park, Chicago