It’s not our wedding, or our family. Or anyone we know. It’s not even our country.
So why do two billion people care? Why was Brenda up at 4:40 this morning? Why does a nation crowd under a balcony to watch a man kiss his wife?
We called Emily for her birthday. She said she was afraid to turn off the TV, she might miss something human. It’s such a big show, so mega-human, beyond any one person’s control – everyone’s just playing a role. The wedding planner doesn’t have a name; the whole thing is run by a thousand years of unchangeable tradition.
But, Emily said, “It’s their wedding.” Two real people who are in love. So you look for the human things, which shine in the wave of formality. Look – a smile! They hold hands – like real people do! You put yourself in that carriage and tell yourself, OK, don’t get tangled up in the dress getting out, the cameras are right there.
Emily got her girls up to watch. “Maybe they’ll wake up their girls in thirty years to watch the next one.” Thirty years ago, with Charles and Diana, Emily and Myquillyn were those little girls.
The timeline of your own life includes parts of the timeline of other people’s lives, and we all know it.
Our timelines touch.
And today, all our timelines touch royalty.
