I voted today.

I walked into my polling place with an infant carrier hanging from my arm, just as I had four years ago.

I stood in line with a police officer in uniform, a nurse wearing scrubs and a mechanic with grease-stained hands.

I chatted with a mother of three and a grandmother of two.

A retired couple cooed at Lucy.

I listened as two veterans talked about their military service. One of them paused to ask a poll worker passing by if his son had been there, yet. His chest puffed with pride when she answered, “Yep. He was here at 6 a.m., waiting for us to set up.”

As I neared the front of the line, a young couple walked in with their two children. “You got the kids? I’ll go get in line first, then I’ll come get the kids and you can vote.”

The woman in front of me tapped her foot anxiously and said, “It’d be great if I can make it to work by 10:30.” The man behind me had no job to go to.

I voted today, just like the police officer, the nurse, the mechanic, the retired couple, the veterans, the young couple, the working woman and the unemployed man: with the hope that what we were doing today would make our tomorrow better than yesterday.

I voted today. Did you?

I voted today.

Lucy helped.