I can’t remember the last time I was this emotional.

I was fine through most of the day.  Well, to be accurate, I was shaking through most of the day.  I ate nothing but chocolate and free tall coffees from Starbucks.  My stomach ached, my eyes were wide, and I couldn’t stop the nervous tremors in my fingers.

Tonight, Beth and I watched the returns together.  And even though the results seemed bad at first — take the early results of Virginia, which heavily favored John McCain — I was normal.  I was average.  I smiled, reviewed the results methodically and calculated in my head, figuring out every possible path to victory.

As soon as we won Ohio, I knew we had it.  The math made it impossible for John McCain to win every other way.

I opened a bottle of champagne — Beth and I had to Google how to do it correctly — and I danced around my tiny kitchen, singing, “President Obama!  President Obama!  President Obama with a baseball bat!”  I was happy, but calm and collected.

We won.

I knew it.

But it didn’t hit me until 11:00 PM on the dot, when the west coast closed its polls and Wolf Blitzer promptly announced that Barack Obama had won the presidency.  I started sobbing — and laughing at the same time.  There’s only one other time that I can remember doing that.  (Winning Dramafest for Le Bossu after the pre-lims when we were sure we would be eliminated in the first round for the first time in years.)

I couldn’t stop crying.  I couldn’t stop laughing.

I had to grab a dish towel.

All the work I had done for Obama converged upon this moment.  Every call I made to New Hampshire paid off as we won New Hampshire early in the night.  Every call I made to Ohio paid off as we clinched the presidency with the win in Ohio.  Every call I made to Virginia was magnified as we won Virginia.  And of course, after calling Washington, I was thrilled that Washington went blue, even though that was no surprise.

I also made calls to Indiana.  We’re still waiting for the official results on Indiana, but of the four states remaining (Indiana, North Carolina, Montana and Missouri), I think it’s the likeliest to go blue.  It has a VERY slim Obama margin with 98% of precincts reporting.

Every call I made, every word I wrote, every bit of merchandise I bought, the incredible New Hampshire rally I attended.  Every dollar that I donated — $310.00 in total.  More than anything, every word that I read, and every word upon which I obsessed.  The newspapers, the blogs, the magazines.  Watching leading conservatives David Brooks and George Will and Christopher Buckley gradually move over to Obama, in particular, was a moving point in history.

It all converged in this night.

Barack Obama is my president.

In the beginning, I supported him wholeheartedly but assumed that Hillary would be the nominee.  Well, it didn’t happen that way.  History will tell that Hillary Clinton should have run in 2004 and John McCain’s was the best candidate for 2000.

This was Barack Obama’s time.

I always believed in him, and it moves me so deeply to think that my wonderful country has elected him president.  We MADE this happen!

Part of me wants to be juvenile, especially towards those who believed every ridiculous rumor about Obama, those who deserted his campaign, and even my black friends who swore up and down that a black man could never be elected president.

That’s not necessary.  We have seen the good in Barack Obama — we know that he is the best person to deal with the financial crisis, fix our healthcare system and win the war in Iraq.  The number-one issue for me is still America’s stature in the world, and I know that Barack Obama will do his best to repair the relations that were frayed by our current president.

I am so happy.  I’m still in the laughing/crying phase, more than two hours later.  I imagine I’ll be like this for the next few days.

I plan to be retro and bring back the trend of having a framed picture of the president in our home.  Not FDR, not JFK, but Barack Obama.

I am so proud that he is our president-elect.