I thoroughly enjoyed watching Prince Harry marry Meghan Markle last weekend. The simplicity of her dress, the choir singing Stand By Me, the award-winning teen cellist who was invited to perform at the ceremony, the heartfelt preacher, the fascinators, the palpable love, the handpicked flowers, the booming cheers from the crowds, the strong mothers who helped lead the bride and groom to that moment. I laughed and cried and clapped like it was my own family wedding. Continue reading
This may sound crazy, but I feel like I’ll be watching a family wedding this weekend.
I was 9 years old when I watched Diana get married. And I was 25 years old when I watched her funeral.
I will never forget seeing her two boys walking behind her casket. Especially Harry. Only 12 years old. Continue reading