So, we did it. In four short years, a young politician rocketed from obscurity into the highest office, buoyed overwhelmingly by the shared hopes and beliefs of millions of Americans. This morning I could almost feel the elation and relief around me. This is a proud moment for us. We can raise our faces to the world, wave our little flags with excitement and maybe for a moment believe that we can turn this country around. Last night and this morning, I can barely express my relief, excitement and pride. But there's a tremor somewhere in my gut, a trepidation that reminds me that though this is the first day of a brighter future, there are still dark days ahead. Americans are still sinking into poverty and alienation, those who were already desperate are clinging to shrinking strands of bare survival, and the wars that we are waging abroad are taking millions of lives, American and otherwise. We cannot rest on our laurels. We cannot absorb this victory and settle back into our old routines and wait for President Obama to save us. This is a call, wider and deeper than any my generation has heard. We have to stand with him and serve. We have to follow our hero's example and reach out to our fellow Americans, especially those with whom we have the deepest differences, and we have to own our ambitions and our ideals. This is a great day, and it's only the beginning.