I stood in the polling booth this morning and had a serious moment of zen, a moment that made my throat clog with emotion and my eyes grow damp and one that I will likely never forget.

No matter what the outcome of today’s presidential election is, it is a day for the history books. One where a biracial man’s name was on the ballot for U.S. President, printed in simple black type, as plain as day.

Yes. We can.