Sunday, May 1, 2011
Over the weekend, while eating cinnamon buns at home, a rare lazy Saturday morning, we watched the royal wedding. Actually, I watched, everyone else came and went throughout the hour or so I watched. I didn't get up early to see it real time the day before, but did think to ask Alexi to make sure it was recorded. I have vague memories of watching Charles and Diana's wedding when I was a little girl, seeing them wave from their carriage. I think someday Abbott and Cal will remember some part of this wedding. They were quite taken by the surrounding pomp and circumstance. I don't follow the news about Will and Kate (or any other celebrities, for that matter), so I know little to nothing about them as individuals. I watched their wedding out of a desire to be connected with so much of the rest of the world who was watching, to see the bride's dress and the flowers and the hats and all the pageantry. The vows, to my surprise, brought tears to my eyes. I suppose it's the dual purpose of the wedding ceremony: for the engaged couple to exchange vows; for the rest of the couples to remind themselves of their own promises, of their youth, of that simpler time of life, of romance. To hear the clear, strong young voices so full of expectation. The wife of a colleague of Alexi's who came to our wedding said to me, at our reception, "I try to attend a wedding every year." At that time I wondered what she meant by that; now I understand.