He dreamed that Obama was our bishop and we liked him so much. And Obama knew that we didn't vote for him, and we felt sheepish about it when seeing him in the hallway at church. Paul shook his hand and said, "Good luck tomorrow." And meant it.
I really like my husband. I wish both candidates luck today. But what I really hope is that at the end of the day we can all sing kumbaya together and feel as passionate about our communities as we do about our political parties.
