Prior to the event of the Royal Wedding, I couldn't help having cynical thoughts of just what this union was about.
I kept thinking of the marriage between Lady Diana Spencer and Prince Charles... and how even before her death... the whole thing ended terribly. In retrospect it began terribly when the Monarchy wouldn't allow Charles to marry the woman he really loved, Camilla, because she didn't suit the Royal standard. So poor 19 year old Diana was swept up in it, after meeting Charles only 13 times!
How did that happen? Do you agree to marry a prince just because you're asked? Because it's good for your family for you to do so?
So in watching Prince William and Kate, it is rather believable to see that she could meet the prince who attends her college classes, get to know him and date him.
What I find difficult to believe is how do you really fall in love with such a ... spectacle? ... icon? ... yeah... an icon of your society?
How do you say, "Yes, I will marry you, become a target of public scrutiny, become a leader of the people of England. I agree to become a spectacle for the public to either love or hate. For tabloids to discuss my weight or the condition of my skin, or my raising of our future children ad nauseum." ???
I mean, I know women who wouldn't want to marry a police officer or a rodeo cowboy or a doctor because of the undesirable work hours, travel or the danger involved. But to marry into a family thusly opening yourself up to scrutiny for the rest of your life and beyond?!?!? Who would do that? Could she really LOVE him? And if she did, would that life be worth it?
What stood out to me during the ceremonies was Kate's incredible poise and sophistication. It is as if she is meant for the monarchy. In contrast to Diana's nervousness and tittering on her wedding day. (as well as her bumbling throughout the engagement and first years of marriage.) But then Kate's poise sent me to thoughts of... "This must be a contractual obligation... she's had designs on royalty for years... this is a power move for her!"
Am I this jaded? I think I am.
Sometimes I am at the point that I think it can never really happen. That there is no way that I will actually find the one guy (or ten) that respects my faith life, respects my family, respects his mother, would like to have children but will be okay with it if it turns out I can't do, thinks I'm pretty, thinks I'm funny, respects me wants to take day trips and weekend trips with me, and spend his life with me.... who I also respect, find attractive, can be loyal to, want to spend time with... etc etc. Then, like a shift in the wind, I think there has to be! Just has to be. There is no way God intends for me to be alone forever.
It's truly hard to imagine, loving someone so very much that neither of you are afraid of what could happen over the next 50 years.
I have a hard time imagining that someone as beautiful and elegant as Kate Middleton could actually have fallen in love with this Prince and he with her!
It simply can't happen! I can't even fall in love with a decent guy with a good job or a good heart and have him love me back. How impossible is it that this woman can really be love with a royal? Come on. It's the stuff of fairy tales!!
Then suddenly it was clear.
And I believe she is. I believe he is too.
Do I believe I can ever find someone to love so much that I'd be willing to change my life in such a remarkable, uncomfortable way? And know that he indeed loves me? I'm not so sure. It wasn't supposed to be this hard to begin with!
But anything is possible. Fairy tale or not.
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