Yep, I'm Going to Blog About It, Too

 Last night I put my daughter to bed and told her: "Tomorrow you get to see a real princess on T.V." Her eyes got really big and I know if she wasn't already completely exhausted she would have been completely alight with excitement. When I woke her up this morning I didn't even have to remind her of what was happening. "Can I see the princess now?" she asked.

Of course, Lizzie's standard for princess are pretty little blond dolls in pink dresses with massive crowns, but I have to say, there is something in the air of the woman formally known as Kate Middleton (now the Duchess of Cambridge) that just says princess, despite the fact that she does not (thankfully) fit that stereotype. Lizzie was completely rapt as she watched the beautiful princess and her handsome prince walk back down the aisle of Westminster Abbey after officially becoming husband and wife. She leaned close to the screen, a smile spreading across her face as she said with brimming joy, "She's a real princess, Mama."

I know a lot of people think that the concept of the royal family is, frankly, stupid, for a variety of reasons. I guess I understand their reasons, and I know that, until recently, the royals haven't been that romantic vision of pomp and circumstance, elegance, and tradition. They were the real rulers of that country (and of an empire for a time), and did not always do well by their own people, or even by each other. But even with all that, my inner little girl cannot help but love watching our modern royals, romanticizing them and fantasizing out their predecessors.

Whatever you might feel about the monarchy, past or present, there is something undeniably beautiful and reassuring about a day such as today. With all the horrid things happening in this world, there is still this consistency and a sort of magical fairy tale happening, as it's been happened for hundreds of years. I love that.