I was just a few months older than Ryan is now when Lady Diana and Prince Charles got married.
My mom and I stayed up late/got up early so that I could watch the entire event. Watching live TV was our only option.
When you are 11 and a pretty girl in a distant country marries a prince, it is a real life fairy tale.
One that you fall asleep at night dreaming.
Prince Charming DOES exist.
I think I have become jaded in my old age. I had avoided all things royal wedding leading up to today. I knew the names of the characters because I shop at grocery stores with check out lanes lined with headlines and photos and drama.
Are you going to watch the royal wedding?
Bah humbug! It starts at 4 am. I need my sleep!
When blog-Stedman got up a little after 5 this morning he turned on the TV. I rolled over to shade the glare. Quietly a royal wedding once again entered my dreams. I started watching mid-ceremony.
I couldn’t look away.
The trees IN the cathedral!
And all those crazy hats.
It was beautiful. It was dreamy. It was a fairy tale.
By the time the boys got up, the ceremony was over and the family had returned to the palace. Rhett(5) joined me and started asking all sorts of questions about the palace, the coaches, and the country. We curled up and watched the crowds gather in celebration.
He watched mesmerized by the event.
Awhile later Ryan(10) walked through and I said, “You just missed the wedding. If you wait a minute, the prince and princess will come out onto the palace balcony for a kiss.”
Ewww! Mom! I do NOT want to see THAT!
I guess fairy tales are for girls.