last lazy morning, the shopping for school clothes, backpacks and
lunchboxes, their sweet faces amd silly faces as they take the annual
first day photograph at our front door.
The convention is historic, but to my kids, starting second and fourth
grade is the biggest thing they've ever done. One day they'll get
what this was all about. Won't they?
Well for now I'll leave these notes for them to be discovered every
night at bedtime. Homemade cartoons, inside jokes, references to
things that matter. A way to sooth the guilt tinged euphoria of my
trip. A way to say, though my body is in Denver, my heart is with you.
Here's to the kids, all the kids. We're electing Barack for you.
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