I know, I should explain what I mean. The title sounds corny. There are real issues to discuss and reasons for going over what happened at yesterday's convention. It's hokey, and pieces like this need lengthy descriptions or, need to be simply left out of the politics section on a site where serious issues are discussed by serious, intelligent people. 

Yes, this probably shouldn't be published. I've followed Mrs. Obama for 4 years and always admired her intelligence, dignity and the beauty she displays taking care of her children, and remaining faithfully married to a man she met over 23 years ago. To me, I'm not sure why I'm writing. You may even be completely bored right now. For that I apologize.

But truth is, last night I fell in love with Michelle Obama. I know, it's not real love. I'm getting mushy and there's a little hyperbole involved. I'm not the smartest person in the world, and know you gotta back up things you say. But this morning, after getting up, finding the day once again, the sun rising on the west coast, knowing our world this November is up for grabs, the one thing, the most powerful thing in my head today, in front of my computer, at 8:18 in the morning, is the thought of Michelle Obama from last night in front of the Democratic National Convention.

You have nothing to worry about, Barack. No, true. But I have to admit, I'm pretty damn envious.