This morning, I got up before the sun at 4:30 to watch Kate Middleton marry Prince William. I drank coffee and ate toast and settled in with some friends to witness what they say I'll remember my whole life.
Um, WORTH IT. From the moment I saw Kate emerge with her delicate lace sleeves, shiny cascading chestnut hair, full pleats, and warm smile, I kept saying over and over, "Perfect, she just looks perfect." She really did. William was coy and charming as ever, with his bashful, kind expression and sweet joking throughout. I hope they're really as in love as they seem. Best friends, really.
In case you missed it, the music was transcendent, there were TREES in Westminster Abbey, Kate's sister Pippa was gorgeous, and the sermon was sober, sound and encouraging. The British did what they do, and they did it well--solemnity, tradition, ceremony--and they did it with freshness. I was proud of them, even if I sang "My Country Tis of Thee" instead of "God Save the Queen." (God, save her awful yellow hat, really.)
Another highlight was when the Bishop of London, after claiming today a day of joy and hope, declared, "Every wedding is a royal wedding because we are all children of the King of Creation." What a beautiful and touching sentiment.
Overall, it was a glorious event, though of course, the pageantry and pomp can only dimly anticipate the glory and celebration of the Wedding That is to Come. And, we dear people, will be the bride, truly perfect.
Cheerio!
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