It's our time . . .

Tonight I'm remembering that phone ringing 4 years ago, and hearing my Mother's voice saying "I think I just heard the next President speak." And I'm glancing at my child in her crib, and I'm thinking I wish that phone could ring again on this historic night. And I know there is a marvelous celebration going on up there -- she's analyzing the speech, discussing the various allusions and rhetorical structure, and talking about how this or that was carefully crafted. Hell, it sounds alot like that in my living room too. Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.