My date has been slightly longer than that, but early next year we’ll have been married for eight of those years. I know the Windsors want to have no more scandals, divorces, or women who tend to speak their mind at Buckingham Palace, but nine years???
Now I hear that “Wills” and “Waitie Katie” have even been living together. And she still must trail him by several feet and they can never hold hands in public? What kind of training is this? Well it appears that Kate has run the gauntlet and isn’t dead yet so must be marriage material.
I wish these people who are gifted with great looks and money and a potential kingdom the best in life. You see, my husband and I get to hold hands or link arms in public. We don’t need security and don’t invite paparazzi. Our first 36-hour date (minus sleeping time a mile away from each other) included 14 visits to friends’ homes to walk their dogs, feed their cats, birds and fish. He loved me the first weekend. We just spent another 15 months to be sure.
Was the wedding at Westminster or St. Pauls? Neither. Try a Eucalyptus grove overlooking the Pacific ocean with six dear friends, then lunch at our favorite Italian restaurant and a drive to Las Vegas for a two day honeymoon. And we did call our parents afterwards to tell them we were married.
For the next six months or more the world will be looking for a golden wedding in a time of world turmoil and economic downturn. I don’t envy the decisions they are allowed to make or their living with those the Palace imposes upon them. People are looking for Greek gods and goddesses and parting seas and god-like children who can take over a throne.
We are so lucky that people only wanted us to be happy together and to treat each other well. Oh, Zoe was not mentioned as our surrogate kid. Zoe the hip-less wonder dog.
Sometimes these two might want what we had. Sometimes they may want what we have. A normal life. Well, far from normal but way more normal than a royal life. Best wishes from Dee
Cooking with Dee 