Yesterday morning around 10 AM, our petition met the minimum required to receive a Presidential response. In just 17 days we received 100,000 signatures, a feat that still fills me with pride for the community. The petition was only the first step in what is sure to be a long battle, but I plan on thoroughly enjoying this moment because it was a hard earned victory.
When I realized that we had broken the
100,000 mark, I was so excited I almost cried. Robby and Timmy broke
into a happy dance to celebrate. (Timmy had no idea why he was dancing
but was happy to mimic his brother's excitement.) After celebrating
with my boys, I began to make calls to spread the news.
talking with Scott and my Mom, my fingers began to dial another familiar
number. It wasn't until the phone connected that I realized my mistake.
I quickly hung up the phone, remembering that I will never hear my
Dad's voice on the other end. My tears of joy quickly morphed to those
I tried to push the grief to the side so that I could
concentrate on the milestone that was achieved.
Scott came home and we
went to Cheesecake Factory to celebrate. Although my mood was slightly
tempered by my grief over my Dad, I was able to enjoy the moment. We
did something amazing and I didn't want to lose sight of that
accomplishment. In my heart, I know that my Dad wouldn't want me to mar
this moment with tears.