A few days ago, I was chatting with my husband about how amazing it was that our kids have never known a country where there wasn’t a black president and could potentially be a woman president. (Full disclosure, I did not vote for Barack Obama for a second term, and am not sure for whom I am voting in the current election. My personal politics aside, I can still recognize the importance of this moment in history.) We also talked about how same-sex couples are no longer taboo, and how it probably won’t be an awkward conversation when our kids ask why so-and-so has two mommies. I left that conversation feeling optimistic about the future. Maybe the world really wasn’t so awful. After Orlando, I was happy to feel that way again.