sentimental jamboree

Ollie and I cast the 751st ballot at our Slate Run polling location this morning. I was able to keep him from yelling “OBAMA!” while filling out the ballot, and I even remembered to zip up his jacket so that his Obama t-shirt didn’t get us kicked out for electioneering.

Regardless of what happens tonight, in 10 years or so, I’m going to relish being able to tell Ollie that in the first presidential election of his lifetime, his hand was on the pen that marked our vote for Barack Obama.

I’m so excited for my son.