Crossing the Line

There are a couple of things you won't often read about here, religion and politics. I find them both very personal matters. Matters that I don't feel the need to thrust upon you as I am sure you all have your own opinions. And I respect you for that. But given that this blog also serves as a journal for me to reflect back on I would be remiss if I did not mention the election.

This election is not just significant for our country, but for the first time in my adult life Indiana is actually a real player in the game. That's pretty cool. This election has also been significant for my family. It's the first year my daughter is eligible to vote. It's also the first year my husband is eligible to vote. And by the sound of his voice at 6:30 this morning when he roused me out of bed to tell me he'd voted, I'd say he was rather excited about it. I guess I would be too if I'd waited almost 40 years for the right to do so.

I have to admit, as a woman, every election year I thank my lucky stars that I live in this great country where I have the right to cast a ballot. This year I watched every debate. I researched every hot issue. But what it all boiled down to in the end, for me, was one deciding factor. I have a fifteen year old son. A son who is bound and determined to join the military once he turns 18. That time will go by like a blink of the eye. So today I voted not just as an American. Not just as a woman. But as a mom.

Please, go vote today to stand up for the issues that are near and dear to your heart.