In years to come, when people reminisce about this most historic of days, and the question inevitably turns to "where were you when?" what will your answer be?
For us, it started with NPR over breakfast, as the parade of dignitaries came onto the capitol steps. Then in the car on the way to school, as Aretha massacred "My Country 'Tis of Thee," (or at least that's how it sounded over the radio - maybe she did better wherever you were?), and on the way back home as Williams' "Air and Simple Gifts" was played (complete with interruption by the commentators to note that noon had passed, and thus Obama was officially the President of the United States of America), then back home and watching it live via the internet for the swearing-in, The Speech, the Poem, the Song, and the Benediction (my favorite part of the whole affair).
Oddly, I only remember two other inaugarations with any clarity. I remember watching Ronald Reagan's ascension to office, which I watched in a school classroom. Although, in truth, it's not the ceremony I remember so much, as the reporter (aid?) running up to him shortly after, shouting "Mr. President! Mr. President! The hostages have been freed!" And I remember Bill Cinton's inaugaration; mostly, because I was homeless at the time, living in an airstream trailer in the backyard of a family from our church, and for that morning I sat inside the warmth of a living room, sipping a cup of hot coffee, glad to feel momentarily lifted outside of my world into something so much larger.
I already feel like I handled this one wrong. I think if I had it to do over again, I would have kept Olivia home an extra hour, and watched it together as a family. Whatever the future holds, this is truly a historic moment. And the days ahead promise to be interesting.