guess what my daughter and i did first thing this morning (as evidenced by my halo of bedhead)...
sitting on the couch watching the royal wedding!
a. i can't believe matt is letting her
b. don't judge
c. what did you think of the dress? (because i know you've already seen it.)
i know it is ridiculous, but hear me out:
maybe, just maybe, as a child i checked the massive coffee table book about princess diana out from the elkins park library about 238 times. who knows how many hours i spent poring over the pages of that book- i can still see so many of the pictures emblazoned on my memory: the one of diana falling asleep during a state event, the one where she is standing next to charles pre-wedding and looking shyly to the ground, the one where she is leaning over to talk to one of her flower girls as they stand on the balcony after the wedding. i also proceeded to draw thousands (i am not exaggerating, even if i am sometimes prone to hyperbole) versions of her wedding dress and her other outfits. my early love of princess di launched a whole lot of artistic inspiration and imagination in my young life.
so, fast forward almost twenty years, and my husband smiles to himself (some may say the expression is more accurately described as a smirk) and occasionally chuckles as i sit here on the couch, explaining to little m who everyone is, what they are saying, and what's happening now.
but i love it.
and just so you know, so does she.
to quote her: "can you show me another video please? can you show me their shoes? i can't hear her voice [when she was saying vows]! i need her to talk louder. i want to see the kids [the flower girls and ring bearers] again. i need to see the girl in the dress; i can't see her."
(and for the record i am not a super-crazy, meaning i did not send the royal couple greetings even though yahoo asked me if i wanted to, i am not purchasing royal souvenirs, and i did not wake up early or host a viewing party to watch the wedding live.)