I don't think I've ever been so emotional about an election. And I don't think I've ever been so excited to take my kids to school and hear the comments and questions from my French world.
I remember heading to school and being almost harassed when Bush beat Kerry in 2004.
"How can they elect him again?"
"Why did people vote for Bush again?"
I had no easy answers. How can you explain complex issues in 5 minutes before the bus comes?
Through this election, it has been said by several of my neighbours, that the United States wasn't ready to elect a black man to highest office, that America was still so caught up with it's segregated past, that we wouldn't have the ability to see past his colour.
This morning, that is a mute point.
My country, and I, have elected a good man, whose life is an incredible tapestry. He is so much more than just a "black" man. His colour wasn't the factor, his character was.
We may not agree that he is the best person for the job, but I, for one, can't wait to see what this change brings for the world.
Let's believe in him and guide him. He's one of us, from this mixed fabric that makes our nation who we are.
My relief this morning comes as tears. Today, I am so, so proud.