She's the feel good story of the day. I'm honored to be attached to her coattails.
"I miss you" was the operant phrase, and for the first time I saw on Rep. Giffords' face just how big a toll this decision was taking. Saying goodbye is never easy. Leaving a good job isn't either. Watching her sit and stand, faux-clapping and looking brave, my heart was heavy.
Literally. I never knew that phrase in such a visceral sense before watching my Congresswoman mount the stairs to the Speaker's chair. My hip hurt for her as she lugged her unresponsive side up two or three of the biggest highest most torturous steps ever created. She teetered.... I gasped.... and TBG and I both exhaled "Oh, Mark!" as our brains went immediately to her husband, entrusting the safety of the person he cares most about in the whole wide world to John Boehner and Debbie Wasserman Schulz.
Sometimes you have to have been-there-done-that to know just how anxious even an astronaut might be in a moment like that. I could feel the vibes across town from the other 11 survivors and their families. She's one of us and we need to be sure that she's safe.
Sure, there's an odd election cycle created by her decision; I'm not averse to more conversation on the direction our country should take. Besides, Congresswoman Giffords resigned so that I could be represented, so that my voice could be heard. It's vaguely unseemly, it seems, (sorry, I couldn't resist).... it's awkward to second guess a woman for whom this decision has been all consuming, don't you think? If Gabby thought resigning today was the right thing to do, I won't question her judgment.
I wrote more about Gabby for BlogHer. Click here if you want more of my thoughts on her retirement.