I watched the Royal Wedding. And I won’t be apologizing for it.
I watched, loved, and cried through the Royal Wedding. I totally looked forward to it for weeks before it happened. I read some of the news that came up (we don’t have cable) and was thrilled that the boy I’d known for my entire life as Prince William was about to marry a commoner. I didn’t get myself all worked up about the fake TV shows on Will and Kate or who was designing who, I just wanted to see them pull this day off together.
Why are we all so weirded out to admit we wanted to see that? It isn’t a dirty porn movie – it’s a royal wedding with real princesses. That’s pretty darn awesome. I don’t know about you, but I don’t get to see that too often around these parts. So the part of me that wanted to “confess” or put “Don’t hate” on my FB status was shut up with “Why shouldn’t I be?”
I watched it because it’s history. It was magical. When they walked out of the church and those bells rang it was just like Cinderella – the same beautiful clanging sound and all.
I was glad they spent an inordinate amount of money. They’re royal, that’s how they roll. And it would be a shame if they hadn’t, because right now we all need a little glitz and glamour in our recession, war filled lives.
So I’m not going to downplay it or pretend like it wasn’t a big deal. It was. It was something that people all over the world watched. It was a moment when history changed. I was thrilled to be a part of it, to watch and silently pray that this time, a royal marriage would have a happy ending for two people that truly do seem to love each other.
I watched Kate walk in those doors, all tiny and sweet and excited, as one of us. And walk out as a Princess. Isn’t that most little girls’ dream?
I mean, besides being able to actually attend the wedding and wear this masterpiece?