Last Friday, Chloe greeted everyone with a warm, “Hi-iiii!” as I sat at a little table filling out my information.  I had done my research and was ready to cast my vote.  I walked up to the little voting booth, inserted my card, and touched the boxes next to the candidates of my choice. About five minutes later, Chloe and I stuck our stickers on our shirts and headed towards the van.

Wednesday morning, I read friends’ comments of frustration and depression and others’ of pure elation as the election results were known to all those who cared.  And I felt grateful. I felt hopeful.

I am so spoiled to live in a country where I can vote without having to fight for it.  Others already paved that road for me.  I am privileged to live in a country where I can voice my support or dissent for candidates or choose to remain silent. I don’t have to fear the consequences of my voice or lack thereof.

I am thankful for a process that, regardless of how I voted during any particular election, does hear the voice of the majority and responds, and I am thankful for the gridlock which helps protect the ideals of the minority, as well. And after this election, I am hopeful for another chance for our government to work together, where our president and all parties can emerge as winners come the next election.

It’s not  a perfect process, but amidst the mess and slinging of mud, there is beauty in a government that is by the people.  And I will never forget that I am part of that people and will exercise my vote of thanks each change I get.

For what are you thankful this week?