A lot of us are still atwitter after last Friday's Royal Wedding of the century and, I admit, I was up at 6am watching the nuptials of Prince William and Kate Middleton.
It was a beautiful ceremony and though I didn't love the bride's dress, she was elegant. I love the formality, the pomp and circumstance of the event. The hats, the dresses, the horse-drawn carriage, the kiss on the balcony - I just ate it all up. It is, after all, every girl's dream to be a princess.
I couldn't help but feel sadness, though, amidst all of this wedded bliss. The sight of William and Harry standing together at the altar brought a tear to my eye.
Their mother was not there to see this day. Princess Diana should have been celebrating in the marriage of her first-born, the son who so much resembles her. A proud mother watching her grown boys turned into men.
Maybe it's because I have two boys of my own, and I know I want to be there when they get married. It is every mother's wish that her children be happy. This being one of the happiest days of her son's life probably made it somewhat bittersweet for him that his mother was not there to share it. No matter how many times I watch the ceremony over, I can't help but feel that twinge of sadness.