Hillary has made mistakes along the way, as she herself admits. So have I. She has made compromises I wish she never made. But that does not stop me from celebrating #HistoryMade in Philadelphia and believing fervently that Hillary Clinton, not Donald Trump, must be the next President of the United States.
At first, I was genuinely upset, hurt and angry. After a while however, such feelings turned into bemusement as I scrolled through my Twitter feed and encountered the same dogmatic attitudes being hurled at me over and over again, interspersed amongst the news that Hillary had secured the Democrat's Presidential nomination.
America now faces a potential future female President who will for the first time have women's rights at the front of her mind. With Clinton set for the most powerful job in the world and with women's rights playing a huge role in her policies who knows how much further she will progress women's rights both in the USA and globally.
The Democratic National Convention made history last night. It was the first time that the partner of the presidential nominee got to do anything other than look up adoringly at their beloved. Instead this partner got to speak for a whole hour eulogising their mate. But this partner was President Bill Clinton and the presidential nominee was his wife of over forty years Hilary Rodham Clinton.
I've read thousands of words about why Donald Trump won't be President. Surely, he can't. Really, he mustn't. Honestly, he shouldn't. But the intellect of these highly paid and pleading columnists is nowhere near as revealing as the extraordinary conversation I heard the other day in one of New York's most exclusive areas.