It's a new day

In the words of will.i.am. It's a new day.

We weren't watching from the National Mall in Washington DC (like Rohanna!) but we felt like we were a part of something this morning. The boys and I watched the CNN coverage of the inauguration from the gathering room at their school, together with their teachers, classmates, and other parents.

No matter what changes, or doesn't change, over the next four (eight!) years, we will remember this morning for the rest of our lives. We will remember where we were this cold January morning. We'll remember the little flags we waved, and we'll remember feeling proud to wave those flags. Finally. Sixty years ago, Obama pointed out, his father would not have been served in a restaurant in Washington DC. I hope that sixty years from now my children will look back on this day and similarly marvel at how far our world has come - how much better it is for people of color, for gay people, for women, for families, for people in Iraq, India, and Sudan. Not just because a black man became president today, but because that event marks progress. Today is a milestone, and we'll keep marching forward.