Today I woke up with a spring in my step. I didn't get up in time to see the ceremony ... I had the alarm set but I am not a morning person these days. But I caught them online. I did get up in time to see the kiss ... es.
I greeted Mr. with a joyous "Happy Royal Wedding Day!" and he in his scrooge stride said "Cynthia, we don't even know these people!" (ba humbug)
I already called and had a phone conference with my sis and mom about ... what else the dress! Now I am pondering why are all the XX chromosomes around the world caught up in today?
Maybe it is because it is the fairytale, what we grow up hearing, fantazising and dreaming about. True love, princes and princesses, no expense spared cutom made ball gowns. We look back and remeber or fantasize about how our days will one day be.
Nothing too philosophical here simply saying, I love to celebrate. What a great day!
And wasn't the dress a masterpiece! But more than that I was struck by Kate's radiant smile, it brought me back to my day. I have said it before I love weddings because it reminds me of my day, how happy, perfect, beautiful, wonderful that day was when I married my prince!