It has been a rough week between learning how to feed, learning how to sleep, and watching some of my favorite politicians fall to a GOP stampede.
I worked on Capitol Hill during one of the most politically divisive times in Washington. Despite the fact that I would eventually marry a Republican, my 9-6 job left little patience or understanding for those working on the other side of the aisle. But here I am, just a few years later surrounded by elephants. And it turns out that I have quite the history with the giant mammal.
It looks like I didn't always hate elephants. I look pretty happy dressed as the very rare and exotic Raspberrius Elephantitus. Don't ask me how they picked dance costumes in the 80's.
A decade or two later, I fell for the southern tradition of the grooms cake. Showcasing our difference in opinion only seemed appropriate on the day we vowed to stay committed, for better or worse.
Flashback to one week ago, right before we left for the hospital. I was playing the role of 38.5 week pregnant elephant. I feel a lot of sympathy for the mother elephant who would have to incubate for forty more weeks.
And little baby Bennett. Elephant hat. Elephant swaddle. Stuffed elephant from Uncle Bobby. As much as I tried to shelter the future Senator Bennett R. King (D-TN) from the stampede of elephant paraphenalia, it seems it is hard to avoid.