Oh yes, we did.

I was folding laundry in our room when Geoff called to me from the family room. "Mia, he won. Mia, he won!" Standing there, I pressed Geoff's shirt into my face, waiting to wake from a dream. We spent the rest of the evening like that, weaving between disbelief and supreme joy. This was punctuated by neighbors banging pots and pans and setting off fireworks.

That speech, all I could do was sit there, cupping my mouth with my hand as I wept. How wonderful, the dream we dreamed is possible!