Well, did you watch the big to-do? Perhaps you were right in the middle of it.
I can’t say I joined the spectacle. The covers were much too snuggly this morning; and there’s always the internet. Speaking of which, I did peek at photos first thing this morning. Should you habitate beneath a rock: The Abbey was breathtaking, the bride beautiful, the groom handsome, the horse drawn carriage regal, and the crowd immense.
Best of all, the couple looked truly happy.
Don’t you just love a good wedding? I do–royal or pauper, it doesn’t matter. I love when the bride and groom act as if they are the only ones in the room … when family and friends are just as happy as the couple … when a marriage begins with a sacred dedication … when a wedding ends with a grand celebration. Sure, it’s not all romance and fairy tales. A strong marriage takes work–but anything of value, requires such. That, alone, is worth the hoopla.
And I hope a hint of that festivity makes it way to you, my friends. May the coming days be filled with celebration and laughter, maybe a bit of cake, maybe a few flowers, but most of all, love …