It was a family togetherness moment like few we had experienced. Four years ago, our son was living in a dorm. And though we mailed his ballot to him as abruptly as could, we were not able to fully coordinate our voting experience. Not that our choices were radically different, but this past Thursday the three of us sat in our living room. Together. We went through our ballots line by line that night. We wanted consensus.
We got it. It felt good. It felt right.
We had been anxiously awaiting the arrival of our voting material. When the envelopes arrived, we made our plan: right after dinner, clear the table and get out the pens and paper. We were going to to make our voices heard. We voted as a block. We voted as a family. When we were done filling them out, we put our ballots in the envelopes and sealed them up. We were done. We were fed up. We were finally doing something about it.
We voted the bad guy out.
Yes, there was a lot of other stuff to consider. And we did our due diligence on those local matters and we talked about all the school board candidates and whether we should retain our representation locally and nationally. And we weren't just voting against Donald Trump. We were voting for Joe Biden. And Kamala Harris. These are the people who are going to lead us out of the darkness and into the light. Our next president and vice president will bring us back to where we should be: a nation conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men and women are created equal.
It is what we can do. Vote.