THE most wonderful day

I was going to write in my blog this morning, and so glad I waited (not that I could have posted again, but still).

We just went to check out the Sox parade.

I have never felt so excited in my whole life (sorry Baby, but it’s true).

We left about noon and headed over to LaSalle and there were just people everywhere, thousands and thousands of people. We stopped in the middle of Wacker, could see nothing, but we were just happy to be outside and celebrating on what is maybe the most beautiful fall day in this city.

We heard a rumor the LaSalle bridge had opened up and we somehow, through the grace of God, got about 10 feet from the main podium. As the swarm pushed us further and further we eventually could see the ticker tape falling from the buildings I have grown to know and love, people yelling and screaming, saying “I’m sorry” when they bump into you. That amazing feeling of a group mind, all in the same place, enjoying our city, this day, that team.

The double-decker buses zoom down LaSalle and we can see Ozzie, Konerko, everyone on the buses, yelling and screaming, the ticker tape gleaming in the sunshine.

When the players arrived at the podium, fireworks went off literally right behind us while F16’s (maybe? Huge jets, from the air show, like the Blue Angels) flew right over our heads.

And there they were, right on the podium, right in front of us. I took a picture with my camera phone and actually caught the trophy they were holding high in their hands.

This beautiful city, the most beautiful city in the world, and I do not say that lightly. Shining with tape and smiles, little kids screaming, the Star Spangled banner being sung by almost a million people.

I will not forget this day, as long as I live.

I do not understand how I am supposed to work for the next 3 hours, I’ve never felt so wonderful, so proud, so excited.

The day is not even half over, I have a night to spend with my boyfriend and my best friends, it’s Halloween and the world is the most wonderful place I can imagine.

Thank you White Sox, thank you Daley, thank you to the men who built this city out of smelly onions and swampy land.

Thank you.