Aunt Julie arriving yesterday evening. She drove up I-90 in her tiara.
We got up at 4:00 a.m. Coverage started at 3 here, but we figured we could easily look up the Queen's proclamation on what their titles would be online.
Slightly sleepy but excited:
Appropriate snacks and England's No. 1 tea:
Special wedding cookies sent by Julie's mom:
The sun is now up, and Yo-Yo is worn out from the festivities:
All week long I've endured people's snarky comments and FB status updates on what a silly waste of time this wedding is and how they don't care. I've bitten my tongue, even though most of them are the same people of whom I have to read their constant inane updates about overgrown, overpaid boys, playing incomprehensible sports games. Are there royal weddings every week? I think not. Hey, you--get off of my cloud.
On the radio the other day, they had people call in and say why they cared about the royal wedding and of course there were the women who said, "It's because every girl and woman wants to be a princess!"
It's because this is an historic event--seeing the future King William married in the same abbey where William the Conqueror was coronated.
It's also because, for whatever reason, since I've been a child this family has fascinated me. I got up while it was still nighttime 30 years ago to watch Diana and Charles's wedding. I watched the public announcement of William's birth. And of course I watched the heartbreaking ordeal of two teenage boys, walking down the streets of London behind their mother's coffin--with a little handwritten card, saying "Mummy" on their flowers for her.
I watched for the chance to see them all make that same procession but for a happier occasion today. As Julie said, "We needed to see him come through the streets, but happy now."
Finally, for all the naysayers, isn't it just nice for a change for the world to pause for a moment and watch something joyous rather than some hideous catastrophe?
And, of course, there was also this (breathtaking!):
Congratulations to the new Duke and Duchess of Cambridge!
Now back to your regularly-scheduled cynicism.