Most of what needs to be said at a moment like this, of course, is inarticulable--except, perhaps, in poetry, and I don't have that particular muse just right now. It is a liminal time, suffused with mystery. My grandparents saw the 19th century. It is not at all inconceivable that this grandchild (and any who may follow her) will see the 22nd. Awesome.
In the meantime, check out the effect I have on her: