As we have since she was born, we took Sloane with us to our local polling place this morning. For every election, we get up early and go vote as a family. We go early - and I am not an early bird - so that I can have the privilege of wearing my "I Voted" sticker all day long.
Today, as Sloane sat on my lap with my ballot in front of us, she said, "Momma, tell me again. Why you are crying? I thought you loved voting."
Well, sweet girl, here it is again. For all of us.
Sweetheart, Momma cries each time we vote because it is such a blessed privilege. And because this is the most important thing we will ever do as an American citizen. I cry because voting gives every citizen the chance to stand up and be counted. I cry because by voting, even the poorest, the most uneducated, the weakest, or the most unknown American is equal to the richest, most powerful, most educated, or most famous American. Voting makes us all equal. I cry because our country has a government that is by the people, for the people and that means that I matter. Me. I count. You. You count. Daddy. He counts. I cry because there are so many people around the world who would die, who have died, to gain this right. I cry because I have a chance to help choose a president. I cry because in our country, you could grow up to be president. I cry because I love America and voting is the best thing we do.Happy Election Day, my friends.
Sloane, feeding our vote into the machine. Me, wearing my school t-shirt and my sticker.