The Wedding

As an American living in England, I felt it was my responsibility to try to cover a little bit of THE wedding excitement over here...
I take my blogging responsibility very seriously and wanted my post to contain verifiable facts, so I opened up Firefox and began my research.

However, I was instantly alerted by a blinking (vibrating?) window that I was a WINNER (being the 999,999,000 person to enter the site), and my concentration was blown.
I started picturing all of the nice things I could have won, and quite honestly, Kate and William's little soiree didn't seem so interesting anymore.

I mean after all, what's the big deal? I got married back in 1996 and the only newspaper article available about that blessed event was the one I wrote myself. The photographers on hand were either related to me or some private investigator hired by my future father-in-law.
No one speculated on my dress, who it was made by and whether it really was a size 8 or if that 8 was a European 8 which really meant an American size much bigger-- say, possibly the size of a European window dressings.

The husband admitted to someone last week that he's quite interested in the whole Kate and William thing and a little surprised that I'm not trying harder to get in the mood of it all. Same husband who has been married to unromantic me since 1996...

For a few seconds I thought he may be right. I toyed with the idea of driving towards London, catching a tube...  but to where? Would I stand outside Westminster Abbey so that I could stare at the sea of people in front of me, or wait outside Buckingham palace so that I could stare at the backs of people's heads and hope news would filter down to me that the big balcony kiss had happened?

I could tell my grandchildren that I attended the King of England's wedding back in 2011...

Instead, we gathered around the telly like millions of others and enjoyed the closeup view of a very gorgeous bride and groom. The hyper kids watched up to the point of the couple signing the register and then all ventured out into the (unexpected) sunshine.

Ok, they were forced outside after I got tired of the "I'm hungry"s and fights over Lego pieces and arguments over who stole whose seat.

As the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge entered the carriage to begin the procession back to Buckingham Palace, a horrific scream rocked my back garden. The older boy and the youngest boy apparently clashed over a footy challenge and the younger, who was NOT wearing shin guards, lost. Luckily I won't be spending the rest of the afternoon in A&E, but he will be off the leg today.

Yeah. I'm now regretting the missed opportunity to be staring at some stranger's back. I'm sure it was a lot more peaceful out on the streets of London.

From The Independent live

Best Wishes to the young couple!