Okay, I know there are a lot of royal wedding haters out there. I'd say my Facebook friend list was pretty evenly divided between the watchers and the haters, and I've heard other dismissive comments for several days now.
Since I married a thoroughly Scottish man, our merry band of wee lads and lasses are very used to their father making little jokes at the expense of the English. Nothing cruel, mind you, but just that wry Scottish humor of his that I love so well. All that to say that we are not known to be huge anglophiles.
But . . . but . . . it's a wedding! Come on, how can you not love a wedding? Doesn't anyone else choke up a little when they hear marriage vows being spoken before God? Is is just a woman thing? A pregnant woman thing? A me thing?
I haven't followed most of the coverage, I didn't get up at 4:30 to watch, and I don't have a DVR so I couldn't record the events. I'm more than satisfied to watch all the recaps.
But I also have a little girl who believes that princesses are the best thing about being a girl. It's not just the dresses and the tiaras, although they are pretty nice perks. Sally knows that to be a real princess, a lady has to be kind, true, loving, and full of grace. I think she's right.
I know that are a lot of women out there who don't want to perpetuate the princess stereotype for little girls. They want them to be empowered and free and bold and choosy. You know what? I'd rather have the kind, loving, true, graceful princess.
So once I got the bigger kids off to school, I tuned in and let Sally watch the balcony appearance and kiss between the newlyweds. Sally almost could not grasp the concept of a real princess, since she is used to the cartoon variety, but she loved seeing it all.
Bun, on the other hand, only cared about the balcony flyover by the RAF. That and all the waving flags. He digs nationalism, I guess.
And the dress! I think it's got to be one of the most beautiful wedding dresses I've seen. I love that it was demure and feminine, with long sleeves and lace. She looked every bit the princess, and I pray that they have a long and happy life together.
As much as I enjoyed watching, now I need to switch gears quickly from one sacrament to another. Fiver receives his first holy communion tomorrow, and there is a lot of cleaning and preparing to be done.
But the sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, and the little kids are "helping," so I think we're good to go.
Happy weekend, my friends!