As a girl, I just have to get a few things off my chest. I watched the Royal Wedding with someone literally attached to my chest and another one crawling over me, so suffice it to say there was not a lot of adult conversation going on. Though, I daresay Jack enjoyed the wedding just as much as me!
Here's a sampling of some Jack questions:
- Who is that prince? Is he going to save the princess from a mean dragon?
- Are you a princess, Mommy?
- Am I married yet?
I confess: I loved every minute of the pageantry. And to those who say we Americans are obsessed with the monarchy, yes and maybe so, but not as much as some Brits.
I give you Exhibit A:
At first glance, this guy looks pretty normal, right? Look a little closer....
Yes, this Brit actually TATTOOED WILLIAM & KATE'S FACES ON HIS TEETH. The man wins the "Most Devoted, Deranged Monarchy Nut" (emphasis on nut) by a landslide. Or molar-slide, whatever.
Anyways, since I wasn't alive for Charles' and Diana's wedding, I had to enjoy this one. And while I absolutely loved Kate's gown and totally would have worn it myself...
(Does anybody else hear "Ma-wedge is what bwings us togeva here today" upon viewing this photo, or is it just me?)
The real winner was her sister Pippa's maid of honor gown. (P.S. Nick has officially fallen under the influence of a seriously attractive Australian actress named Pippa Black. Case-in-point: He now likes the name Pippa for a little girl. Pippa!)
Will someone PLEASE get this for me for Christmas?!?!
Watching all the pomp and circumstance made me miss my British Grandma Audrey. I so wish I could have gotten to know her as an adult. I would have quizzed her like crazy about previous royal weddings had I the chance.
Sitting there in my robe, I thought of the difference between my wedding and the now-Princess Kate's. I'm okay with it, really I am, but my mind couldn't help but go there. I would change so many things about that day (namely the photographer!), but there's one thing I wouldn't alter...
So maybe Nick and I weren't 19 and 21 the year we got engaged, like it says in the song...we were a whopping 18 when Nick proposed. (Though he was a mere 25 hours from turning 19, I'll have you know!). Yet the rest of the song is soooo right: