I sat in front of the television last night, hands tightly clasped and heart in my throat. The stakes were high - this speech was so important. "Oh, please. Please let it be great," I whispered.
I wasn't disappointed.
Strong and beautiful, Sarah Palin walked across that big stage alone and, despite knowing that millions of eyes were watching her carry the weight of history and the future of the GOP on her shoulders, she never faltered. And amidst wild applause, she stood before the nation and accepted the party's nomination for Vice President of the United States. She looked sure. She looked ready.
Her speech was, in a word, brilliant. I'll leave the analysis for those who do that sort of thing for a living because all I can honestly do is gush and wax poetic. We all know a woman like Sarah - the unapologetically smart, boldly determined chick who can hang with the guys without ever losing the best qualities of being female. The one who puts on lipgloss to beat you in a debate. The one who has read books you've never even heard of and laughs at jokes that would make your mother blush. The one who works hard and loves fearlessly. The one who can shoot a moose in the morning and cook it for dinner that night. The one who lives her life as she chooses, never asking for approval. The one who lesser women hate and real women want as a best friend. The one who you should never, ever underestimate because she will make it her life's work to prove you wrong.
America has a new hero - and she wears heels.