My alarm clock went off at 5 a.m. Friday and for once, I didn't hit snooze. First off, it was the buzzer, not the radio, since the local AM station doesn't sign on for another half-hour. Second, I was getting up a full 45 minutes early to watch the wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton.
Don't judge me just yet.
As luck would have it, I turned on the TV at the exact moment that the bride stepped out of the car and the whole world saw her and the dress.
For the next hour and half, I was glued to the TV. I couldn't decide which channel had the best commentators, so I was channel surfing a bit. I finally settled on CNN, just because they kept quiet most of the time.
Here's the funny part. I'm not sure why I wanted to watch this wedding. I did not get up early for Prince Charles and Lady Diana's wedding in 1981. Of course I was 17 then and nothing was budging me from my bed until 30 minutes before I had to be to work. And honestly, Prince Charles really was not good looking enough to get me out of my bed at any hour, for any reason.
Now, Prince William, on the other hand, is worth giving up a little sleep just to get a look at. And his little brother is easy to look at as well.
Lately, I have had more than the usual amount of cynicism regarding world events. Honestly, Donald Trump as a presidential candidate? And the ridiculous number of people who refuse to accept President Obama as an American no matter what proof they are given? Not to mention the Twins pitching performance.
And in the middle of all of this, a young couple decided to get married. And we all were able to join in the celebration with them. Or you could choose to ignore the whole thing, as my husband and children did.
I invited my 11-year-old daughter to join me for the early morning pageant. She declined, suggesting that sleep is more important than something happening 3,000 miles away (she is her mother's daughter in many ways). She was less than amused when I signed her school planner, God save the Queen!
But as I thought about why I was so interested, I came to realize that my children are at the heart of it.
Don't get me wrong, I don't want my children to marry royalty. Unless, of course, they are well and truly in love with someone of royal title and Queen of the Doublewide Trailor isn't quite what I'm hoping for. I'm even secretly hoping that neither child has a big wedding, just because I might not be willing or able to foot the bill for 1,900 guests at Westminster Abbey.
Yet, I still consider Friday's royal nuptials a bargain at any price, if only because for a very short time, all things were possible. Commoners could marry royalty, the sun could shine in April and that is the world that I wish for them to live in.
Perhaps the Bishop of London was feeling the same way when he wrote his sermon for the occasion:
"Many are full of fear for the future of the prospects of our world but the message of the celebrations in this country and far beyond its shores is the right one - this is a joyful day!
"It is good that people in every continent are able to share in these celebrations because this is, as every wedding day should be, a day of hope. ...
"And I pray that God will bless you in the way of life that you have chosen, that way which is expressed in the prayer that you have composed together in preparation for this day: God our Father, we thank you for our families; for the love that we share and for the joy of our marriage.
"In the busyness of each day keep our eyes fixed on what is real and important in life and help us to be generous with our time and love and energy."
Congratulations to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge.