I can’t explain why I was so excited. Megan’s life is far-removed from mine. Her prince is cute and appears to be very kind. They both seem to be very good people. I’m not envious of the life they will lead—the travel, the castles, the clothes, the jewels. Not much, anyway. I’m a hermit by nature; I can’t imagine living in a fishbowl.

However, I was up at 4:30 in the morning, and then over at me dd’s at 5:00, to roust everyone from bed to watch the wedding. We wore pink, “jeweled” tiaras and had “tea and crumpets” while we watched. We named every celeb and aristocrat we could spot. Enjoyed critiquing the fashion and the silly hats. Critiqued the wedding dress and the bride’s hair—I was very pleased with Meg’s dress; my daughter thought Kate’s had been nicer. The carriage ride was gorgeous! Later, we both took naps!

The picture? Snapchat was NEEDED. We rolled out of bed in our pajamas with our messy hair. The fluffy ears aren’t real, but the tiaras are! The extra bit of sparkle above my head must have been because I was what the party was all about. My daughter would have preferred sleeping in, but since she was going to be up for ME anyway,  she made the event a party. What can I say, she loves me. 🙂

Did you watch? What was your favorite part?