We had a few things to celebrate tonight.
It was my Dad’s birthday this week.
So too was it my parents wedding anniversary.
And then there was the little matter of… crowns.
My family and I gathered excitedly around the TV in my parents’ lounge room as the royal proceedings commenced after dinner.
Or should I say, I gathered excitedly. I wasn’t the only one surprised by my sudden outburst at seeing Megan’s ex-workmates from Suits donning their finest scrubs as they rocked up to the wedding of the future Duchess of Sussex.
My family, more so Hubbie, was quite baffled at my sudden revert back to my 16 year-old self as I yelled excitedly “it’s Harvey! Harvey’s here! And Mike! And that one who was in Angel too!”
You know how when you watch a show for a while and grow to love its characters, you start to feel like you know them? Even more, they are like your friends?
Rachel Megan and her Suits pals were my buddies… and then she met Prince Harry.
Needless to say I have loved this story and their budding romance EVER SINCE.
And yet still, when I went teenage hormonal tonight like I was at a rock concert, I even surprised myself.
‘Huh. So I am excited then aren’t I?!’
Let’s face it, when are we going to see another Royal wedding like this? Maybe in 20 years time, when William and Kate’s kids walk down the aisle… so put that into perspective. These things don’t come around often, and it’s pretty cool that we were able to watch it tonight.
Ahh, princesses. Princes. Weddings. Dashing lads and beautiful brides. And watching someone you admire from afar, get married… it was almost as good as a Suits eps.
And our family affair of celebrations was ramped up a notch with some opportune headwear…
And cake too 😉