I'm sitting at the stoplight on the way to work trying to gather my thoughts about how I should feel about our new president.

Accomplishment. Amazement.

As soon as Virginia was counted for Obama, changing my state's alignment of being historically republican, a sense of accomplishment was followed by amazement as our nation elected the first black president.

My vote seemed to matter. It better had. I drove in the rain from Norfolk to Richmond at around 4:45am to vote. Then I waited in line from 6:30 to around 8:15 only for them to tell me that I wasn't in the books. I was shocked because I doubted that I was even registered.

Fast forward. Flawless victory.

Jesse Jackson's tears were priceless. He should've been crying because at that moment he realized he was a Hater. He told Obama he would cut his nuts off???Obama's was response was completely the way it should've been. Tactful and respectful.

What does this mean?

I can't think of a time in history where you could feel more proud to be an American. This event in history inspires the whole world, not just our nation. Throughout the day I've been reminding myself that my president is black. The actuality of the situation still seems foreign.

Regardless, I'll be purchasing a couple of newspapers today to hold for later on down the road, because like a friend of mine said, " This isn't going to happen again for a minute." Correct. Hopefully, we will be blessed to have him serve 8 years.