As I was perusing the news coverage of your engagement to Prince William, I noticed that you were wearing the exact same shade of fingernail polish that I am wearing.
Not My Hand |
You were 28 when you got engaged, so was I. And while my friends and family hadn't started calling me Waitie-Katie, it's probably only because my first name is not a convenient rhyme with anything that suggests delay. Or anything else, for that matter. Kate, pay no attention. The best things come to those who wait. Like being Queen of England! Woo! Or MomQueenBee! Woo!
You're marrying a man with no sisters, so did I.
Not My Brothers-in-Law |
You're moving into a beautiful and historic old house, so did I.
Not My House |
Just be aware, Kate, that in a few years you might be having the entire family over for Thanksgiving, and due to lots of scheduling conflicts, the renovation of the back stoop that your Prince intended to have finished by September might still be, well, unfinished.
My House |
That's okay. When your relatives show up, the most important thing isn't how the house looks or whether every detail is perfect, the most important thing is that you're together, and the most important part of the "together" is you and your Prince.
Best wishes, Kate!
From the Other Princess, MomQueenBee
If there was a way I could go and purge one small bit of my Queen's memory, it would be the experience with that oak library table.
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They can have sisters and still not get it. Projects seem to be that, projects.
ReplyDeleteJust think Sary, you could of married Harry!!
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Happy Thanksgiving Sara
LOVE
Janie
And happy Thanksgiving right back at you, Janie!I'm pretty sure I got a better Prince than Harry, though.
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