We jumped from our beds like kids on Christmas morning. We couldn´t sleep any longer. Frightened that we would find only lumps of coal. But hopeful to find a new future.
We stood side by side. Breathless before the glowing television. And there was Barack. But we couldn´t tell. Had he won? Had he lost? The coverage was in rapid-fire Spanish. Breathless.
But then. . .
El primer Presidente negro de los Estados Unidos.
Llamadas de McCain a conceder.
Victoria para Obama.
We watch the world celebrate. France. Spain. Kenya. We jump up and down. We embrace. And we say, Thank God.