I have Obama election anxiety. I think about him winning - or losing - all day long. I watch TV news with heightened stress and pray there is no October surprise. I fret while listening to the multi-cultural NPR shows that thoughtfully debate and discuss the impact of race, age and gender on voting. I worry about Election Day celebrations and hope that we can all keep our heads, no matter the outcome. But there is a whole other section to my Obama anxiety; my ridiculously emotional reaction to everything Obama.
I cry when I hear the swelling of his voice at the climax of his speeches. I cry when I see pictures of him and his wife on Huffington Post. I cry when I hear Stevie Wonder. I want to throw my arms around people wearing Obama clothes. I cried today because my friend Raul who works for Obama is next to him in a new, very sweet video about a stellar volunteer:
That Charles is amazing. I wanted to be married for 69 years and now it's too late! UGH! More tears! I'm already a basketcase and now, this: Yes we can hold babies, a blog with pictures of Obama and children from around the country. Check it out, especially the little African American boys who simply look up, smiling and in awe of this man running for president. I am O-motional for them, too. Where are my tissues?!?