As I stand in line to vote, I am barraged with wonderful memories of conversations with my mom about the elections. She’d always call after she voted and excitedly share what the lines were like, who she ran into while waiting to vote , and how she was happy to have voted. The 2012 election marks the first presidential election without her, as she passed away a year and a half ago. Although it makes me sad, I find solace in her joy she found in voting. So here I am, happily to be in line, nodding to some folks I recognize, and feeling blessed that I live in a country that cherishes giving its’ people a voting voice. Mom I will tell you later who I voted for and I miss you.