My Belle.

"...Michelle, my belle, Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble, Très bien ensemble...."

Yes. Très bien ensemble.

In the wake of Barack Obama's momentous inauguration, we are beside ourselves with joy, hope and optimism for what lies in store. News pundits and journalists are buzzing about his speech, the promises he made, the expectations he managed and the throngs that came out to welcome him to the White House.

In a very close second, the coverage of what Michelle Obama wore has been analyzed down to the fiber of her bra strap.

And of course, we have loved every last stitch.

Perhaps, when we compliment what someone is wearing, and we mean it, it is out of a want to compliment the person underneath. And maybe, sometimes, we want to have a piece of that outfit- or walk in that person's shoes.

Who wouldn't want to be the closest person to Barack Obama? We love him. We're inspired by him. We want to know him and we want him to know us. We want to be a part of his vision and his victory.

We don't envy Michelle, we admire her. We wish her well and we praise her in the way that we best know to praise a woman. We tell her that she is beautiful and that her outfit is fabulous.

And it only just scratches the surface.