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A Beacon of Hope

Dear Humans,

If you're like me and a majority of all the people I know, today, November 9th, 2016 has been a very dark day. The day after the the most unlikely of candidates, Donald Trump, with his hate speech, racism, sexism and gutter class behavior, shocked the nation by claiming the highest position in American government as the President of the United States against who we all revered as our hero, Hillary Clinton. It has left us as an astonished and confused nation in a fog of sadness and anger. It's a weird, awful time.

And on this day, November 9th, 2016, my daughter, Bo, turned 15 months and decided it was time for her first steps on her own. Amongst the blackness, confusion and fear that we were all experiencing there was this lovely, big blue eyed, blonde haired angel of a silver lining toddling her way around my kitchen. It felt like the most perfect analogy ever.

Bo taking her first steps on this, one of the most disheartening days i have ever experienced personally as a woman in America, has given me the biggest hope boost I could have asked for. In a time when our country has taken a huge, painful, embarrassing and terrifying step back, we're reminded that no matter what, we always manage to carry on. Because we fucking have to. And every teeny, wobbly baby step we take is better than just sitting on our butts and shtting in our pants.

So take heart my loves, we're going to get through this. Sure, this moment in time blows, but remember that you are built to last and you will survive. You will thrive even in the orange face of shit, because you always have.

Keep on keeping on and know that Bo is right there with you every step of the way, making strides towards a beautiful future.

All my love,

Bo's mama, Amy

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