I don't even know what to say. I don't have the words to express my joy, relief, hope, and pure jubilation. And I know I'm not the only one. All over the country, all over the world people are celebrating, dancing in the streets, releasing the fear and uncertainty, the horror and the pain we've experienced for the past four years, chasing away the orange demons with our finally-let-out breaths, our cries of glorious rejoicing, our tears made up of all it.
Let it out, let it out, let it out!
I was having a nice day as it was. August woke up at 6:40 this morning and immediately began talking as if his switch had been powered on full strength. He got in the bed with us and I actually laughed with him and we all snuggled a bit until finally Boppy said, "Okay, let's go watch TV," and I immediately went back to sleep. When I got up I made the best biscuits I've made in forever, fluffy as can be and they were delicious with butter and homemade jelly and preserves.
"Holy shit Mary they're calling Joe Biden on the news stations now President Elect is today it?!?!"
But some are moments of pure and glorious joy.