HRH

It's nearly 10:00am EST and the news is still replaying scenes from the royal wedding. Despite significant doubts late last night, I found myself awake just moments before 6:00am, when Kate Middleton disembarked for her date with destiny. She was the picture of grace and beauty, and dare I say it, perfection. I watched in awe as she remained poised and regal throughout the four minute walk down Westminster's glorious aisle. And then as the future King and Queen stood side-by-side at the altar, a few tears flowed down my cheek.

Why the tears, I wondered? Sure there's something magical about weddings and this world-wide event was all together the epitome of that fact. Perhaps another reason for tears is the recognition that Kate is living out some hard-wired dream in every female's heart: to be a princess and a captivating beauty. I struggle to comprehend the bizarre reality in which Kate, now Katherine, is living. Arriving in a car, she departed the church in a carriage, to be known from this day forward as Her Royal Highness.

I will never have the title HRH (although I am pushing for Queen Mum - ha ha), and I rather unglamorously both arrive and depart in cars, and likely always will. The newscasters have repeated over and over all morning that she and William have declared that for the time being, they choose to live a "normal life." Why didn't someone tell me the form was multiple choice :)

I have to admit a sly smile stretched across my face as I endured a rather unbearable diaper changing session this morning. "Will Kate and Will still want to live a normal life when duties such as these arrive?" I thought humorously. All I'm saying is, if it were me, I'd play that HRH card like nobody's business right about then. That's all I'm saying....