Never been so glad to be wrong!

My girl HillClint took Texas, bay-bee! The delgate count still isn't through, though. But the popular vote is hers, which matters on many different levels.

You know, I did something so cheesy when I got home tonight. I can't believe I'm telling you this. I live in the country, and at 1:30 in the morning, an incomprehensible number of stars blanket the sky. I got out of my car, stopped halfway up the driveway, looked up for a minute and just sort of took it all in. I stared at the stars, smiling, thinking about when my mother taught me in third and sixth grades and she told the classes that we could be president someday - the girls, too. I thought of how there was no precedent for that, but mom said it, so it must be true. I remember feeling so empowered by the very fact that, even though there was no way on earth I would actually be president, I *could* be president. It made me feel important, and I've always been thankful to mom for going against he flow of her generation and believing that I, a girl, could feasibly hold the highest office in the land. That, in turn, made me hold my head up high, whether president or peasant. Because of this, I've always wondered if this theoretical possibility would ever happen in my lifetime. And now here we are.

I looked hard into the sky as if to find God so I could wink at him. He knows where I'm coming from on the whole matter, and for a second it felt like he made Hillary win just to speak to me on this very personal issue. I grinned.

Did I just tell you that? I believe I did. Nice. Oh well. This has been an episode of "When You Wish Upon a Star You Start Thinking God's Talking to You," with your host, Christy Robinson. Thank you for your participation.