And I think it's because of the last royal weddings I remember, those of Princess Diana and also Sarah Ferguson. I was a youngster then, awed by the pomp and princess-ness, wowed by the fairy tale.
And it all went so horribly wrong. Betrayal, disloyalty, adultery, divorce. And Princess Diana's tragic death. And those young boys--the groom-to-be--walking behind him mum's coffin.
It's hard to forget all that and get excited about this one, knowing that fairy tales are just that, make believe. And even though all things look rosy and joyous for the young couple, and I wish them everything the previous Windsor generations have not had on the marital front and much more, I'm hesitant to invest too much in it.
But I will tape it, drink a cuppa, maybe make scones and tea sandwiches to share with the kiddos. Because maybe this Royal Wedding can be their fairy tale. For now . . . .