over the pond...over the rainbow

I didn't exactly get up at 4 am to watch the wedding, but I was up at 6 am and turned it on. It was recording so I had the luxury of not paying close attention at this particular time in the morning.

When I was 7 Charles and Diana got married, and I remember watching it on tv. I remember dreaming of becoming a princess and how beautiful Diana was. She really was a beautiful person inside and out. (I do have to say, her being here on this earth still would have made today that much more perfect.) And yes, I am a girl so I did shed a tear for her and missed her while watching her son arrive at the Abbey.

(ok, so I caught a bit of it even though I knew I was going to watch it later anyway)

I loved the hats! I wish we wore hats here, why don't we? I guess that means I either need to go to London so I can wear a great hat, or go the Kentucky Derby. I would prefer London, but would settle for Kentucky...

The day has been hectic, and I have been running around everywhere, literally. The kids are going to bed and I have a ton of things still left to do. I see the cliff and I might just jump.

But I know that at the end of my evening, which will most likely be early in the morning, I will be able to sit back, hit the button on my DVR and watch a beautiful wedding of a little girl that becomes a princess.

I will be able to do this without the snide comments from my husband of why is it such a big deal, and why do they still have a king and queen, prince and princesses, yada, yada, yada...It will be so peaceful.

And finally, as I watch the wedding I will go from being a 37 year old woman, to a little 7 year old girl, that one day dreams of becoming a princess herself.

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