What a beautiful morning.

8 minutes into a new day. A new day that holds a hopeful promise from within the depths of darkness. A light that glimmers like a single candle and is sheltered in watchful hands until others can join it.

Congratulations, Obama.

And thank you, Virginia, for turning things around and making me proud to live in this state for once.

I thought my 30th year was going to be the most influential in my life. I was wrong. 31 holds a lot more possibilities.