As
usual, I was awake at 4:30 a.m. (How that gets OLD...) What’s a girl to
do when she knows she could be a part of Prince Harry marrying his American fiancé?
I laid in
my bed and watched as THE Guests walked to the church. The couple's families. Their
friends. The celebrities. The Royals. I listened to the trivia the reporters
shared about all of these people. The schedule of the upcoming day/events.
I
stopped—to do my Bible reading and say my prayers. Decided I needed to get to
crack-a-lackin’ on a quick trip to town for a pedicure and some errands. As my
fairly quiet/maybe-boring-to-the-Queen day progressed, I wasn’t sure I’d ever really spend
any more time watching what I’d recorded.
At about 1:30
p.m. ,
however, I was through with most of my jobs/obligations and ready for a couch
break. My Sweet Hubby (aka MSH) was not needing our Great Room (largest)
television. I asked if he’d mind if I took it over for possibly three hours. He
didn’t care a smidge.
I
fast-forwarded to the time the bride was leaving wherever that was she’d been,
with her Mom, for her wedding. It was, honestly, captivating. Another world.
Another life. Another event I’d never experience and/or quite understand. But CAPTIVATING.
(I’ll
insert the fact I’ve shared several times in the past: My maternal grandmother, Nana, Mary
Leighton Byrne, was born in Leeds, England Texas England
As the
bride got out of her car, well, I confess: Here came the tears. Her dress! Her
tiara and veil! The children! Oh, my, those children. So sweet and precious and
charming. (And, of course, innocently clueless.) But BEYOND CUTE.
From the
time Meghan entered the church? I was hopelessly hooked.
The
reading by Princess Diana’s sister, Lady Jane Fellowes, was beautiful.
Touching.
The music
was exquisite.
The
Wedding Address by American Bishop Michael Curry? Inspiring. Marvelous. Almost
chilling. I could not have been prouder to watch and listen to him talk about My
God and Jesus Christ for almost 15 minutes. More tears. Yep. More tears.
Then
there was the Kingdom Choir singing “Stand By Me.” INCREDIBLY amazing. (I’ve
now listened to it on-line many more times and wish I could buy it on iTunes.
They have a great opportunity here—to raise money for whatever they’d like!
Hope they take it.)
As the
wedding came to an end, I felt sincere JOY for this couple. I thought about the
many, MANY weddings I’ve attended—including my stepsons’ and our daughter’s. I
thought about the sweetness of each of them—whether they were inside a
church—or outside—or at a wedding venue—and how each fit the couples’ characters/personalities.
I thought about all of us—as we marry—and how we each believe in our hopes and
dreams. How we plan and pray. Sometimes our marriages go they way we thought.
Sometimes they don’t. It’s Life. Life in all it’s GLORY and all it’s PAIN.
(Sorry. Just gettin' real.)
I didn’t
watch all of the endless riding in the carriage or the cars The Royal Couple had to
do. Honestly? The time I spent felt like an acceptable investment. Any more? Not so
much. (Plus MSH and I had had dinner plans for several weeks, so I needed to
get ready to leave our humble home in my Toyota Highlander. Our Rolls is in
the shop, don'tchaknow. Winky. Wink.)
I wish Harry
and Meghan a lifetime full of success, health and well-being. (Don’t think I
need to mention wealth—pretty sure they have that covered. Wowzer.)
Wishing
each of Y’all a Wonderful Week—wherever in this World Y’all are! Be safe. Wise.
Grateful for the many blessings you have in your life—even if they don’t include
jewels and castles and designer gowns and cars worth more than most of our
homes. God’s Blessings are EVERYWHERE.
Smooches and Hugs,
ELC
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