My daughter Naomi didn’t begin life with many advantages. She was born in one of the poorest countries in the world and was one of its most destitute members. She was as starved as one can be and still survive, weighing only 12 pounds as a two-year-old toddler. When we picked her up from the orphanage, she didn’t even own the clothes on her back.

But two years after her adoption, there she was, eating bacon-wrapped scallop hors d’oeuvres and jumping into the arms of who I firmly believe will be the next president of the United States. Although she doesn’t look thrilled in this photo, it’s only because there were trees outside the window which had been draped with lights and which were infinitely more interesting than any politician. However, now when she sees Governor Romney on television, she says, “Why can’t Naomi see Romney and the trees?”

America, the land of opportunity!

(Disclaimer: I’m an evangelical for Mitt Romney.)