Royal Who?

I decided a Royal wedding deserved a royal post as this story does involve a throne afterall.

Our family doesn't watch the news or really any channel with "worldly information" minus some highlight reels. When those are flicking through the airwaves of my home my eyes usually glaze over and a to-do list takes over my brain.

I honestly would've missed pretty much all details of the royal wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton if it weren't for my Facebook addiction. Luckily, all of the comments on there got my attention and I did my mother of a daughter duty and pried the remote from my husband's hand long enough to hit record.  
Side note: just in case you haven't noticed, Prince William is remarkably handsome. I can tell you from being a young 20 something living in England for a brief time that he is off the charts handsome for an Englishman. How in the world that happened and he has a cute little brother to boot--the mystery remains, but if I was in my 20's and living in England I'd sure be trying to bump into Prince Harry!  That boy just looks like he's overflowing with character of some sort.

Okay, I do like rabbit trails.

My mortgage man had absolutely no interest in watching a wedding and I don't blame him. What red-blooded American man of any use would when he could be analyzing NBA playoffs. So I decided Landrie would participate and also it really is my duty to share this experience with her even if she won't remember it in 2 weeks. I can tell her when the next wedding happens that she did indeed watch Wills and Kate tie the knot back in the olden days of 2011.

I check my DVR and notice something in neighborhood of 5 1/2 hours of time devoted to this Royal shindig. Okay, what in the world takes that long? I've been to Catholic weddings and really even those aren't this long. I quickly figure out the pre-wedding hour is not worth dealing with. What did we do before DVR's? Pain and misery is all I can think of. It takes Landrie and I about 3 different sittings to speed through and get the "good parts". Basically the parts where Wills and Kate were on the screen (or Prince Harry).

It had some interesting points and did remind me of my time in London. All good memories, minus the daily french fries and the effects of eating french fries daily. I digress though. 
I am trying to keep Landrie somewhat involved in the wedding. Well more like I'm trying to just keep her entertained enough she'll stay in the room and allow me to watch a bit here and there. So  I mention during the ceremony that he's going to kiss her. I didn't realize you don't kiss in Westminster Abbey and "the kiss" would not be hours later. I know, dumb mistake this is England not France. In France people roll around kissing everywhere and in England it's down right rude to even talk on the Tube. So why in the world would a married couple kiss during a wedding!

So day 3 of our Royal wedding speed watching started again today. Landrie is telling me she wants to see the kiss and she's asked a million questions about such things as "why are the horses white"? and "where's her (Kate) mommy"? It truly has been an educational and teaching experience. I'm just thinking this is so easy I should be homeschooling now. All I have to do is flip on the old boobtube and answer a few questions afterall. Landrie is now so full of knowledge about real princes and duchesses and a queen that delights in wearing yellow and a 90 year old duke that really looks pretty good. I do want to know what he uses on that face, because that man hardly had any wrinkles and you know being married to "The Queen" can't be that easy. Really, who do you think wears the pants in that house, err...palace/castle?  I for one came away from the Royal experience with a bit more knowledge and actually quite a few more questions about the whole royalty deal. Like Prince Charles' wife is now a Duchess and a few years ago, she was "the other woman". I mean really, from shameless hussy to standing on the balcony of Buckingham Palace with 2 billion people watching her now a part of the Royal family.  I guess anything is possible, and it really isn't that crazy I suppose. I mean, that's pretty much what Jesus does for his flock. We go from shameless in our filthy sin to sharing heaven with THE KING. Actually being in the presence of THE KING (and I don't mean Elvis) is going to be so much cooler!! Wow. Know what, no pollution in heaven either. My last weekend in London I sat on that fountain (aka the Victoria Memorial) with a friend for more than an hour or two as we waited to see the changing of the guard. The traffic circles the memorial and 20 years ago there apparently were no pollution controls in London. I inhaled so much black exhaust it literally made me sick with the worst cold. I'll limit the details, but I had 100% proof of where my sinus issues came from.
So yes, good to be part of the Royal family of England but even better to be part of the Royal family of God.

Landrie and I finally got to the part where William and The Duchess of Cambridge were on the balcony and we were waiting and waiting and the kiss is seriously about to happen and my sweet Landrie sitting right beside me says in the most concerned of voices "after this kiss can I go poop in your potty"?

My 4 year old somehow "got" the hugeness of the wedding, because what 4 year old ever requests to go potty AFTER she waits for something!!?  I did pause the DVR so she could watch the kiss in comfort a few minutes later. I think I'll remember those 2 kisses for a while, or at least until the next royal wedding when I can remind Landrie that she did indeed see this one.