I remember hearing him speak for the first time at the Democratic National Convention in 2004. I remember what everyone said at the time: That man is going to be our first black president. I remember when this election cycle started (way too damn early) and people created a movement to recruit Obama and encourage him to run. I remember thinking it would be some nice practice for him, to get in the game and maybe do a primay or two. I remember thinking, as it became clear that this wasn’t just going to be a passing fancy, that he could not win because he’s black. I remember bracing myself for the wave of stupid that was sure to accompany this campaign. I remember a growing sense that maybe maybe maybe this could actually happen. I emember waking up one day and realizing that I wanted it badly. I didn’t just want it to not be McCain or any other Republican, I wanted it to be Obama. I remember hearing it said over and over on the television, that he had won, and not registering it right away. Because I just knew that it would be weeks and weeks. But it really happened. Really really. It’s done.