Not "in love" in the traditional sense, but "love" in more of a "How the Grinch stole Christmas" sort of way. Does that make any sense? Let me explain.... Do you remember, near the end of the movie, how he was leaning against the mountain, having stolen all the Who's toys, and boxes and ribbons and bows?
He took everything out of every who's house, and even stole the last crumb -- too small for the mouse.
And that bastard, he took all of the food for the feast.
He took the Who hash and he took the roast beast.
And then there he was, leaning against that mountain top, grinning his nasty little grin, just waiting to hear the cries of anguish from those Who's down in Who-ville -- the tall and the small -- when they realized that Christmas wasn't coming at all. But those Who's, they came out of their homes undeterred. They held hands, and they sang, and they had hope and happiness. And that Grinch he just couldn't get it -- until he GOT it! Hope. Happiness. And then his small heart, 3 sizes too small, actually grew 4 sizes that day! Remember? Remember how it got so big it broke the heart-measuring thingy?
So I guess I'm not really comparing myself to the Grinch -- with all the thieving and grouchiness -- except to say that my heart, made so hard and cold and tiny by the unbelievable arrogance and incredible ineptitude of our current administration, grew four sizes last night. Because last night, Barack Obama stole it. This is not to say that I didn't always like him. I did. But now I love him. He has renewed in me a sense of hope and optimism for this country that I haven't felt in a long, long time. And for the first time in almost a decade, I actually think that yes, we can.