My friends and neighbors have been early voting for weeks. I've been vicariously experiencing their encounters in line, their emotions as they cast their ballots, their great hope for the future of this country. I've been so caught up in it, I felt like I was really part of it.
I almost forgot that I'm not one of them. Until this morning, when it hit me.
If you ever stayed home on prom night, if you ever missed your ride to somewhere wonderful, if you are always the bridesmaid, never the bride, then you know how it feels to be me this election morning, driving past everyone else lined up to cast their vote. A lump lodged itself in my throat at the first polling station en route to school, and it gets lumpier by the hour.
America, I'm so proud to be here today.
But for the first time in over ten years, just being here doesn't feel like enough.
Cherish your vote today. I'll hold your bouquet.