I feel so blessed to witness this historic moment. To be here. To feel the gravity of it all. The inauguration of the 44th president of the United States of America. As expected, his speech was amazing and without a doubt will be quoted for generations to come. But what will bring any hormonal pregnant woman to tears is the letter Barack Obama wrote to his daughters:
“Dear Malia and Sasha,
I know that you’ve both had a lot of fun these last two years on the campaign trail, going to picnics and parades and state fairs, eating all sorts of junk food your mother and I probably shouldn’t have let you have. But I also know that it hasn’t always been easy for you and Mom, and that as excited as you both are about that new puppy, it doesn’t make up for all the time we’ve been apart. I know how much I’ve missed these past two years, and today I want to tell you a little more about why I decided to take our family on this journey.
When I was a young man, I thought life was all about me–about how I’d make my way in the world, become successful, and get the things I want. But then the two of you came into my world with all your curiosity and mischief and those smiles that never fail to fill my heart and light up my day. And suddenly, all my big plans for myself didn’t seem so important anymore. I soon found that the greatest joy in my life was the joy I saw in yours. And I realized that my own life wouldn’t count for much unless I was able to ensure that you had every opportunity for happiness and fulfillment in yours. In the end, girls, that’s why I ran for President: because of what I want for you and for every child in this nation.”
“I am so proud of both of you. I love you more than you can ever know. And I am grateful every day for your patience, poise, grace, and humor as we prepare to start our new life together in the White House.”





Parents make unbelievable deeds for their kids. My students can not stop sharing the joy of the fact how their children have made them better people. I can not stop reading their posts – I want to be one of the better people! Some kind of a weird jealousy crawled into my mother-to-be-sometime-in-the-future little world.