I was born to be a royal watcher. Before I ever made it into this world, my mother had already planned my nursery to somewhat mirror that of Price William's. Complete with blue gingham and loads of Beatrix Potter. I remember as a toddler I would pour over my mother's copy of "Born to be King, Prince William of Wales".
So needless to say I spent most of my younger days dreaming of living in England frolicking with William. All throughout high school and college... I was the girl who was in loved with Prince William. When other girls decorated their notebooks and lockers with pictures of The Backstreet Boys, NSYNC, or Leonard DiCaprio...mine were plastered with pictures of William and Harry.
I remember waking up in the wee hours of the morning for Princess Diana's funeral and crying along with the rest of the world as we watched William and Harry walk behind their mother's coffin to West Minister. But on April 29,14 years after that dreaded walk, we watched William and Harry make a much happier journey to the Abbey.
It was the type of day fairy tales are made of. A normal girl with working class parents, emerges from a church a real princess. Needless to say I cried, in fact I bawled my eyes out. Not only was it a beautiful wedding, but in a way it marked the end of my youth. I spent so much up of my youth soaking up every bit of information I could find on William (in case I was ever to marry him), that it almost felt like an ex boyfriend was getting married, ha! ;)
I could go on and on about the royal wedding and THAT DRESS and how much England is my favorite place in the world and I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE British history...BUT there was other big news in the world!
i loved the royal wedding!!! and i loved princess di too...i remember where i was and what i was doing when she passed away.
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