Last Friday, I kept Bella home from school so that we could watch the Royal Wedding together. I know it may sound absurd to some and it did, even to me, a few days before. But as the week was heading towards the wedding day, all of the sudden it hit me that when I was 8, I watched the wedding of Princes Diana and Prince Charles. I distinctly remember being up at 3 in the morning with my Mom and absolutely exhausted, sitting on the couch in our living room waiting excitedly to see my first ever real life Princes marry her prince. It truly was a magical moment for me. I vividly remember the dress and the ridiculously long train.But more than that, I remember the feeling of witnessing something that was historical and in that moment I felt like I was a part of history. A part of a fairytale. It was exhilarating and magical.
So on Friday, I woke Bella up and we put on our tiaras and snuggled on the couch. We drank some tea and I had a cup ( or 3 ) of coffee, and there may or may not have been some sugary pastry of some sort that found its way into the house. As we sat there waiting to see Kate’s dress, I held my breath and watched carefully the face of my 6 year old, studying it for any sign of significant reaction. I didn’t know if she really got it. Maybe she was too young.Maybe I was a real douche bag for waking my 6 year old up at 4:30 am. Maybe? Then we saw the soon to be Princess and Bella’s eyes brightened and I could see in her face all the awe that I had felt all those years ago.I hope that when her children read about this wedding in school someday, she can look back fondly on it and remember wearing tiaras and snuggling on the couch with her Mommy watching a princess marry her prince. And I hope it makes her smile.
Bella’s two top front teeth have been swaying back and forth , barely hanging on for almost a week now. Bella was determined to get at least one of those teeth out on the day of the wedding. She said it would be henceforth be known as her “Royal tooth”. Poor thing, she really tried to wiggle that sucker completely loose. Friday night came and went and that tooth still hung on. In fact, it hung in there all weekend long, until finally last night it twisted right out followed tonight by it’s companion. We promised her, under duress and tears, that we would still allow the tooth to be known henceforth as her “Royal Tooth” and it is. She said the tooth she lost tonight, she would like ti to be known as her “Love Tooth” because today is her Daddy’s birthday and she loves him. Why yes, yes she did make me cry a little bit.
Which brings us to our last, but certainly not least, wrap up of the last few days…today is the Big Guys birthday. He is turning 36.I have had him for 13 of those birthdays, almost a third of his life and I am a very lucky girl. Today’s birthday was a little hard to handle because we couldn’t celebrate it together. But soon that will be over and we will all be in the same household together like a normal family and that is definitely something to look forward to. But for now, I just wanted to say…Big Guy, I love you and we miss you. This is the last birthday any of us will have to send apart. And I leave you with the lyrics to the song that I think sums up our feelings about the Big Guy on his birthday:
We love you!XOXO