You don’t have to read this blog for long to know I am a big cynic when it comes to marriage. I love the institution, believe it is totally the best thing for building families and relationships, but I just know the odds. They aren’t good, and that tends to tarnish my whole view of everything connected with marriage, including weddings.
Yesterday I awoke at my usual early hour. I fixed my wake-cup coffee and switched on the news. It was the Royal Wedding, about which I had completely forgotten. Imagine this cynic’s shock to find that she could not tear her eyes away from it. Literally. I simply could not stop watching.
I found this wedding to be just about perfect. To me, it was a fairy tale with just the right amount of solemn, spiritual influence. It was a picture of joy, on display for sharing with the world. And, although there is NO TELLING how much money was spent on this do, in no way did I sense haughtiness at the display. No, the participants seemed to understand that we—“the people”—wanted to watch this Royal ceremony, and they seemed glad for it. It seemed like we were all invited guests, and they were determined that we enjoy their day right along with them. And I certainly did enjoy it.
Some things I especially liked—no loved—about the wedding:
- The trees in Westminster Abbey. And, if you didn’t watch, I mean, quite literally, trees IN Westminster Abbey. It really set the fairy-tale atmosphere, seeing guests and the bride strolling down the center of the cathedral amongst trees, the green adding just the right organic touch. It was amazing. A wedding in a fairy tale forest!
- The dress! I just don’t think it could be more perfect. If ever there was a “princess dress,” this one was it. I can imagine Sleeping Beauty waltzing in just such a dress.
- The fanfare! Talk about fairy tale touches—the fanfare trumpets blown by their uniformed trumpeters. Of course there would be trumpet fanfare for such a princess! All the pageantry and color. Pure fantasy…of course there were horse-drawn carriages. And a tiara! Must not forget to mention the tiara…
It was ethereal.
And this couple seems (but what do I know?) to be on more even footing than was poor Diana with her prince those thirty years ago when her own fairy tale wedding put her right, squarely into a life of heartache. I certainly hope that Kate’s ten years of age on that young bride, Diana, combined with her “commoner’s” grounding serves her in good stead and means that her Prince approaches her with the respect his father had refused his own bride.
But, enough negativity! I loved this wedding, and that fact was a shock to cynical me! I thought about why I was so attracted to it, knowing life as I do and realized that it may be that there is a romantic here..or maybe we women just all have a little girl, dreaming of being a princess, inside somewhere. C.