After dinner, we snuggled on the sofa to watch the Opening Ceremonies. I didn't know what to expect. What a spectacular surprise! Danny Boyle's extravagant celebration of culture blew me away.
I'm a sucker for anything literary, and Boyle didn't disappoint: Shakespeare, Blake, J.M. Barrie, J.K. Rowling making a rare public appearance. The ceremony was ripe with rich literary and cultural references - focusing on the profound imprint Britain has made in those areas. The backdrop of the Industrial Revolution served as an edgy contrast to the music, light and organized chaos of the event. With OMD, the Pet Shop Boys and the Sex Pistols in the background, I was over the moon.
My favourite moment was that featuring Daniel Craig and the ultimate Bond girl - Queen Elizabeth. I'm no fan of the sour-faced dowager or her Imperialist heritage - but I truly appreciated her ability to laugh at herself and get into the fun.
Beckham on the speedboat - lovely. Arctic Monkeys and Sir Paul, all so fun and celebratory. Boyle took the potential "dowdy" out of the opening, and made it into something avant garde, youthful, spiritual and transcendent. I loved sharing the experience of watching the ceremonies with my kids. They ask so many questions, and as they get older, it's amazing to see things through their engaged and unique perspective.
The arrival of the athletes took the theoretical and made it real - young, shiny, bright faces and bodies - on the verge of achieving a life's dream. The culmination of hopes, dreams and familial sacrifices. I hope the Games can live up to their stunning start.