I stood in the small speech therapy room of a Title I school in Aiken, South Carolina. The t.v. had seen better days. The picture was a little fuzzy and the sound fought with an odd buzzing that came from the speakers. Snow swirled outside and the heater clicked off as he placed one hand on the historic bible and raised the other. I held my breath. His voice was clear, the oath was short and, when he finished, I wept.
Brushing aside my tears I dashed down the hall to grab my last two kids of the morning. As we came in I grabbed the remote to mute the television. We settled into our seats at the table and one of the boys, both kindergartners, glanced at the television's screen. He stared at it a moment then said, "Thank you, President Obama."
Thank you, indeed.