Now that the World’s Greatest Fairy Tale has been consummated, the party faded and gone, the dresses that everyone swooned over put in their cases, the storybook couple away on their honeymoon, it’s a good time to reflect a little bit on how the royal wedding managed to swell the tiny heart of even this cynical grinch. I thought there would be no way I could get caught up in it. And for the most part I was right. But even I found myself smiling uncontrollably last Friday. I just couldn’t help myself.
Ignorance was bliss in the days before
To be honest, I didn’t even know the wedding was upon else till Thursday night. I had vaguely heard about the upcoming wedding, that it was sometime in the future with one of Diana’s kids – the older, balding one as I recall – and a non-aristocrat woman/girl. For some reason this was the cause of controversy. Eh, Europeans and their class sensibilities.
The slow murmur broke into a boiling crescendo on Thursday night, as the news cycle started to become consumed by the story. Oh, the wedding is tomorrow?!? Huh, I guess I missed the buildup. Oh well, there’s now way I’d get caught up in that. People are going to wake up at 4 am EST?!? Not me. I was proud in my ignorance, happy to be ‘above it all’, disdainful of others who were wrapped up in the story.
As expected, the early hours brought much rolling of eyes
My wife wasn’t one of those that woke up early to watch it all. But she did, er, record it on the DVR. So I still got to – involuntarily – listen in the other room as she rapturously caught up with the morning’s festivities. I’d walk by every so often on my business, rolling my eyes and asking her why she cared about some outdated Euro figureheads. Strangely, she didn’t seem to appreciate these questions.
Little by little, though….I started to watch
There wasn’t one ‘aha’ moment where I became interested. And I certainly wasn’t going to sit down and watch with her, not after an hour or so of smartaleck comments. But I found, um, more reasons to go to the kitchen or something. Odd coincidences really. I just happened to need a coffee refill right as Kate was exiting her limo. And wouldn’t you know it, but the coffee maker wasn’t quite done, so I guess I’ll have to stay and wait. Oh, is that thing still on? Well, I guess I’ll check it out while I’m standing here.
I tried to feign my interest by making some chauvinistic remark about Kate’s sister looking good in her white bridesmaid dress. No, wait, I really was thinking that. But I digress…anyway, by this time there really was no disguising it, I was watching. My wife was diplomatic enough not to gloat too much.
By the end of the day, it was too late – the story had me
In retrospect, I didn’t really have a chance to resist. The simple elegance, the pageantry, the history, the abounding feeling of hope, all of it got to me in the end. I didn’t want it to, but I was powerless against it. Now I’m not saying I’m going to start watching The View and getting pedicures – not that there’s anything wrong with that – but for a brief few hours, I was channeling my inner chick flick core as much as anyone.
I guess that fairy tale yearning still resides in each of us, because what it really is – is hope. No one knows what lies ahead for this particular young couple or the world around them, but for one day, one magical, beautiful, magnificent day, the prince and princess really did live happily ever after.