Today feels a little surreal. Even as spouse. And I know I can’t be the only one feeling that way. You work for months and months, you go to every meeting imaginable (and unimaginable), you put signs up, you take signs down, you wave signs, you make call after call. And then election day is here. It’s pretty much the longest day of your life. If you are lucky enough to make it through the Primary, you suffer through the second longest day of your life MANY MONTHS later. And then you win. Or you don’t.
But, if you do win, you get to a surreal Monday morning in January. And you wake up feeling grateful. And humbled. And nervous. And excited. And grateful. And humbled.