Four years and three days ago, on the night before the election, Marie and I spent an evening rallying for Obama in Virginia. I'll happily risk sounding like a genuine cheese ball when I say that magic was in the air that night. Because it was. It was sizzling. So much hope and anticipation all around.
Just thinking about it, I want to go back and be there all over again. Stand there and wait, eyes fixed on the podium, and feel the goose bumps on my skin when he finally arrived and convinced us all over again that he was the right guy for the job.