Well, by now people are screaming and yelling and calling foul. Whichever way the voting went in your area. I guess it is good that more people are involved in voting. Each vote DOES count. I've always voted .... even while living in California and we had to go to a voting place AFTER getting off work and commuting 90 minutes home.
I'm going to try to counteract all the negative stuff going on with a story of brotherly love.
On Thursday, Deacon's preK class held a potluck Fiesta to celebrate the Day of the Dead. They recited a little poem and did a Mexican hat dance and sang a song, all in front of their families.
I drove over to pick up Braeden at his school (instead of him taking the bus) and we got to the preschool about 10 minutes early. He was acting a little surly and he'd rather be playing outside (it was sunny and nice!) than spending it with little kids.
Deacon's class (of 9) were outside on their little playground. As soon as he saw his brother get out of the minivan ... he came running over to the fence screaming "my brubba, my brubba! Hey guys, come meet my super cool brubba!"
All the other children came running over. Braeden's chest swelled. After they went inside to wash hands and get ready, he searched all over my car for a hat and sunglasses ... to build on the super coolness. He tried to feign disinterest in these "little kids" but soon was up and playing with them and the fun stuff. He is an alumni and remembered so many of items and dress up clothes from his day.