"First of all, how good-looking is my wife?"

That sentence, which began the Neighborhood Ball last night, lit up my heart.

Yesterday was a good day.  It was cold and I worked a long day, but it was a day that seemed illuminated with hope and youth and dreams and a sense that the world could unite as one.  It was a day of happiness, a day where I watched a young family fulfill a dream.  I watched two little girls, close in age to my own, shine brightly on an international stage.  I watched a smart, successful, poised and beautiful family instill hope in millions. 

And the day ended for me with that simple, heartfelt line.  The most powerful man in the world wanted everyone to know that his wife is a babe and that he knows his wife is a babe. 

Political beliefs aside, things don't get much better than that.