Like the rest of the world I fell in love with Princess Diana many moons ago. And, after The Crown aired in 2016, I found myself quite smitten with the Queen as well. I certainly would not consider myself to be a Royal Watcher. But, I too got caught up in all the fan fare of the Royal wedding. Or should I say I got caught up in the details. The wedding was not political for me as it was so many others. No judgement …. I’m just saying. For me it just had all “the feels”.
Starting with Mom and daughter riding in together to St. George’s Chapel. As a Mom, I can only imagine all the thoughts and emotions that were running through both their heads and their hearts as they made they made their way to the wedding. I totally fell for her Mother too, uniquely herself, well put together, but totally on her own terms, beaming with both pride and joy.

I think most people loved this classic shot. I was impressed that even with a wedding as iconic as this one, that she (Meghan) was able to let her own personal style shine through. In a world where being over the top seems to often overshadow classic style and simplicity, that was quite a feat.

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Meghan Markle
The wedding of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, Ceremony, St George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle, Berkshire, UK – 19 May 2018
It’s no secret that I love a good Black and White photo. You can blame my Photographer husband for that. I think it almost automatically changes the status of a stunning picture to a Timeless one. And, in this case, nothing could be more true.
Lastly, absolutely nothing trumps a “Good Entrance” like an “Even Better Exit”. And the Horse Drawn Carriage was just what Fairy Tales are Made Of.
Over the last week or so, I read so much commentary from people who couldn’t relate to all the fuss surrounding the Royal Wedding. Even though I honestly had no intention of watching the wedding or getting caught up in the blitz, I get it. We are constantly bombarded by less than stellar news. And it often seems like Evil Trumps Good. So even if it was just for a few mere seconds, it was nice to see the World focus on Love, and that is it.
Now back to our regularly, scheduled programming.
The house is eerily quiet after a summer full of laughter and yelling. And, as I put the last load of laundry in the dryer, and sit down to relax before bed, so many thoughts flood into my head. You finished your first day of Middle School. Around this time last night, your Dad and I sat and debated all the things that could go wrong and how we would handle it, if it did. We were both nervous for you and dare I say shook. As we sat there with the tv off for almost 40 minutes just staring out into space. It seemed unreal that our little timid girl was turning into this tween right in front of our eyes. On our way home from dropping you off and speaking with your counselor, your Dad told me that he wrote you a note. I grimaced a little, after all Dad is often known for his boyish ways (less frills and curls and more blunt and direct). But, when I got home and read the letter. tears literally filled my eyes. (I thought about posting the note, but some things should be between a girl and her Dad.) Now, I know that this doesn’t surprise you because over the years Mom has turn into MUSH. Long gone are my hard exterior and Sky High Walls, blame your Dad for that.













