Never been prouder.
Never been prouder.
Yes! Here is the message I sent to LS after Indiana:
As you say, I checked in too late and missed the adrenaline rush of victory. However, later watching Trumps speech, a strange thing happened. I started to cry.
There I sat at the computer with tears rolling down my cheeks, because for the first time in 8 years I felt hope. For the first time in 8 years I felt as though I could express my love of country, my patriotism without censure. Because there was a man standing there telling me that he was going to make America great again. Exceptionalism was not only okay, it was the goal.
For 8 years, I have felt as though my country was gone. That the country in which I had grown up was something that my children would never see again. That America would simply melt into the third-world cesspool and the shining city on the hill would be a memory.
Yes, I cried. With happiness. With hope. With gratitude that the Lord Almighty had opted to give us another chance to get it right. My let down gave way to that euphoric adrenaline rush that was missed earlier.
It made it relatively hard to sleep.