The news that Prince William is FINALLY going to marry Kate Middleton has me yearning for my Mom.
Until a year or two ago Anna lived and breathed Princess dreams. I loved it and thought it was quaint, but Mom said every girl dreams of being a princess. She told me a bit of how it had been a dream of hers. I do not remember ever dreaming such dreams. I was never interested in princesses. At least, not until Mom woke me at 3:00 a.m. in a motel somewhere in Montana on July 29, 1981 to watch "THE Wedding". From then on I was hooked. I was head over heels in love with all things Princess Diana. I own piles of magazines featuring her, as well as many books. Mom and I talked often about the Royal Family, not just Prince Charles and Princess Diana, but Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip, Princess Margaret, Princes Andrew and Edward and their wives and children.
I remember Mom visiting me at my house one day in July or August of 1997. I had a copy of People magazine sitting out. Diana was on the cover (again), pictured with Dodi Fayed. The headline said "Dodi is to Di For". Mom and I discussed sadly the downward spiral the life of Princess Diana seemed to be taking. Very shortly afterward my then-fiance and I went to my parents home for Sunday dinner. When we arrived Mom asked "What do you think about the news?" to which I replied "What news?" Diana had died in the car crash. Mom and I were stunned and saddened. I often think how the People headline was so prescient.
Mom watched the London newspapers online and she would e-mail me stories about the Royal Family from time to time. No longer enamored by their glamour, we discussed their depravity. Nevertheless I am positive Mom would have enjoyed the excitement and presumed glamour of the impending wedding. With Mom I would have been able to engage in discussions of dresses and flowers and venues and guests.
Funny to me that my Mom, such a lover of Jesus, was the person who introduced me to this love of English Royalty. I know it's not important. Mom knew they were not important. But it was nevertheless fun to engage in dreaming of such a life. It was fun to dream aloud with my Mom...