I drove the girls and my colleagues crazy last Tuesday by squealing repeatedly, "It's Election Day!!" Only Riley got to see my Election Day dance, but no one was spared my glee at it simply being Election Day.
In the early part of the day, some were confused by my giddiness. We didn't know any results yet, so why was I so excited?
It might just be my favorite part of Election Day, actually. Before there are any winners or losers. Before any talking head can pontificate on what the election results mean.
It is the day that I get to exercise my right to vote. My right to stand and be counted. It is the day that many have fought and died for; not just in America, but throughout the world. But, of course, it is a day that I can be proud to be an American, to live in a democracy, to get that "I Voted" sticker.
I vote after I drop the girls off at school, on my way to work. My polling place was busy, but I didn't really have to wait in line. I repeated my last name a few times before they finally found me on the roster.
I punched my ballot decisively, and slid my ballot. I wore my sticker until the end of the work day. It now sticks to my bulletin board. There are only two on there now, but I hope to have the border filled with I Voted stickers eventually.
Someone offered me theirs. No. It has to be accurate. It has to be for my ballots cast. Some have extolled the virtues of voting by absentee ballot. Nope, I want that sticker. I've been told I can drop it off, and get my sticker...but if I'm going to do all of that, I may as well vote while I'm there. For now, I'm sticking to voting on Election Day so I can revel in the glorious day that it is.
RadDude teased me; I was more excited than I get on Broadway days. It was like The Book of Mormon and Avenue Q all wrapped in one, he said.
I had a thought that stopped me in my tracks: The Book of Mormon done by muppets!!
That might be as good as Election Day.