Royal Wedding, Party of One

Does anyone have that one thing in their life that started out as sort of a joke and turned into a real obsession? That's my relationship with the Royal Family.

What started out as a gag-purchase of a coffee (or tea?) mug commemorating the engagement of William and Kate turned into stalking out the coffee shop where they first met...

In St. Andrews, Scotland. I also have a picture of the bathroom, because coffe, ya know? 😉
...an early morning watching their wedding before school, two more mug purchases after Prince George and Princess Charlotte were born (Prince Louis is in the plan - but you have to wait at least a year for the cute birthday portraits)...

 
...freaking out over royal horses at Balmoral and buying chocolates shaped like crowns for the Queen's diamond jubilee, and weeping on my couch at 5 a.m. when Harry and Meghan turned a wedding into a real-life fairytale moment.

LOL at the shorts and tights - how 2012 of me!
Yep. I'm that person.

ANYWAY. Like 29 million other Americans, I set my alarm for bright and early on Saturday morning, made some mini waffles, drank a bottle of champagne, and watched as the British Monarchy welcomed a divorced, half-black American into their family (complete with a sermon referencing slavery, the civil rights movements, African spirituals, and a gospel choir).


Let's break it down.