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I have to go pick up my son from school...it just dawned on me how much I am going to have to explain to him today, about why we will see so much of the Edwards family on television this evening.

You see, in 2004, after waiting in line and in the hot summer sun, I held my son up piggyback in a crowd less than 30 feet from where John Edwards spoke as a presidential candidate, so that my son could see him and hear him. He made an enormous impact on my son, who still talks about that speech every time he sees John Edwards on television, including this morning, before he left for school.

Bless the Edwards, both John and Elizabeth, who've had to have important discussions of their own with their children. I thank them for the grace they've shown as an American family and wish them well.

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pookisue said…
Rayne, I just discovered you are blogging again. Yay!

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