Goodness, Gracious, Great Britain's Royal Wedding

Yes, I was one of those crazies who got up at 4:45am to watch the royal wedding live. I thought it was beautiful. I put the kettle on, brewed some tea, munched on an English muffin and attempted to sing along to God Save the Queen. (Only kidding about that last part.)

My loving husband woke up at 6:00, looked at me with a tired, grumbly expression and asked, "Well, did you cry?"

I didn't cry...I did tear up when Kate made it down the aisle, up to the altar and reached to grab her father's hand. Not her husband's...her father's. I thought that was really sweet. And I wanted to cry with jealousy when they kissed on the balcony and there was a flyover. I wish there was a flyover after my loving husband and I kiss. I just love flyovers.

The last couple of times I've been to London, I have wondered around the grounds of Westminster Abbey, but I have yet to go inside. I always seem to miss visiting hours or services are going on or something. But after seeing it this morning, I definitely think I need to make another trip down to Westminster to have a look inside. I need to know if those trees are real, if they are always there or if they were just part of the decoration for the wedding.

All in all, I enjoyed watching the ceremony, but I am kind of sick of listening to American news reporters attempting to offer commentary on the day. But I am not going to let that dampen my spirits...it's almost time to pour myself a Pimm's and continue celebrating the fact that a couple I've never met, nor will I ever meet, just proclaimed their love in front of millions of people around the world. Cheers!