Little girls and princess dreams
When I read the news today that Prince William and Kate Middleton have finally gotten engaged, my first thought, and I'm sure the thoughts of all of Britain if not the entire world, was "Well, it's about time."
I would love to be more excited for them, I really would. And after watching their interview, it's obvious that they're both very well grounded and she seems like she'll do a great job. But it's hard to get excited about a couple who have already been dating for 8 years finally deciding that it's time to commit.
But my second thought, more of a realization really, was that Bryn is exactly the same age now that I was when Prince Charles and Lady Diana announced their engagement. And I can't imagine Bryn even caring, much less dreaming, of the royal wedding that will take place next year.
I can't imagine her scouring magazines and cutting out every clipping imaginable, or waiting for the evening news entertainment segment with her hand on the record button of the VCR just in case a story might come on about the new royal couple.
I can't imagine her getting up at 5am on a hot July day to watch the wedding live on TV, not wanting to miss a second of the beautiful bride swathed in tulle and taffeta, riding in a glass carriage and emerging like a butterfly onto the steps of St. Paul's.
But every little girl who was 10 during the summer of 1981 remembers those pictures and dreamed of what it would be like to be a real life princess. To us, she was magical.
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I would love to be more excited for them, I really would. And after watching their interview, it's obvious that they're both very well grounded and she seems like she'll do a great job. But it's hard to get excited about a couple who have already been dating for 8 years finally deciding that it's time to commit.
But my second thought, more of a realization really, was that Bryn is exactly the same age now that I was when Prince Charles and Lady Diana announced their engagement. And I can't imagine Bryn even caring, much less dreaming, of the royal wedding that will take place next year.
I can't imagine her scouring magazines and cutting out every clipping imaginable, or waiting for the evening news entertainment segment with her hand on the record button of the VCR just in case a story might come on about the new royal couple.
I can't imagine her getting up at 5am on a hot July day to watch the wedding live on TV, not wanting to miss a second of the beautiful bride swathed in tulle and taffeta, riding in a glass carriage and emerging like a butterfly onto the steps of St. Paul's.
But every little girl who was 10 during the summer of 1981 remembers those pictures and dreamed of what it would be like to be a real life princess. To us, she was magical.
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