…that my children will one day read about.

Today, I was part of the millions, that journalists reported.

I was a singer, on a metro car, with people from all walks of life.

Today, I cried, as I held my fiance’s hand and I saw the first couple share their first dance.

I marched on Washington, but not for civil rights or the Million Man March.

Instead, I stood in confirmation of a dream realized – I watched as a black man took the most sacred oath.

Today, I watched my friends and families, not let cold weather, massive delays or arduous walks damper their spirits.

Today, I was a part of history….President Obama – Thank you.