I can’t help myself. I am drawn to the Royal weddings. I’ve always been drawn to Cinderella over the years as well. What true blue girly girl, dreamer, romantic hasn’t? I think the attraction is the fact that this is a real life fairytale. A commoner marries a prince ….at the Castle…and becomes a princess. Hello? It’s not just any of us. Its true life royalty, and her life will never be the same. Yes, there is responsibility that comes with that position but what little girl doesn’t dream of marrying her prince charming? And there has been no prince more charming than Prince Harry. Am I right?
I realize a lot of folks are down on the royals as they are merely figure heads that have a lot of money and spend a lot of money to maintain their lifestyle. Castles and crowns are expensive. But the Royal dynasty was going long before Queen Elizabeth was born into it, through no fault of her own, I might add. I guess as the Queen, she could say enough of this nonsense but its her family heritage and probably doesn’t seem like nonsense to her. In fact, I know she takes all of this very seriously. And her children were just born into royalty…they didn’t choose that. Then Charles chose Diana and she became our favorite real life princess and then they had two boys who also, through no fault or decision of their own, became true blue prince’s. So you can look down your nose at them but that’s the way it is folks.I’m just a commoner caught up in the romance and pomp of it all. God save the Queen. Here, here!
If you watched the royal wedding of Harry and Meghan this morning you would have been in awe of the florals. Mostly greenery with tiny white flowers nestled amongst the leaves but that archway that was the door to and from the church. Absolutely stunning. Who ever was responsible for that is in the business of creating fairytales. Add to that a 16 foot trailing veil on an elegantly simple dress and you can’t help but get emotional. Inside the church…those three arches inbetween where the commoners sat and where Royalty sat in the choir loft were amazing. And they were so cute up there, holding hands forever. No one will forget Harry looking at Meghan through veiled admiration and telling his new princess she looked amazing. AND that cellist? Yes, these are the elements of lofty, pinch me dreams…fairytales.
I wish them well. Godspeed. I want their lives to go well and for Meghan to find true love with Harry and visa versa. These are real people, royalty, but real people, with feelings and failing bodies and tangled emotions and families and friends and dreams. I want them to be happy. I want Meghan to be be much happier than our royal idol and love, Diana. I still feel she got the short end of the straw and that she was set up for failure and yet, she still won over our hearts, hook, line and sinker. Harry is her youngest son and I want him to be happy. He has been through much grief and mourning in this life. Let him marry the woman he loves without finding fault. He looked truly over the moon.
I was blessed to be a witness to this momentous occasion, even if only on television, surrounded by dear friends and family that share my enthusiasm and tenderness for the Royal family. We joined in the the festivities by having our own Royal Wedding breakfast complete with the Elderflower lemon cake that was going to be served at Windsor Castle. Well not the exact same one obviously but a homemade replica. It’s been a day to remember.
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