Happily Ever After...?

The Royal Wedding took place and both BBC1 and ITV spent pretty much all day covering it. People from all over the world submitted photos of their celebrations, lookalikes were interviewed and presenters picked people out of the crowd with the most creative and/or ostentatious themed hats. It was a media FRENZY.

Okay, an awful lot of it was as tacky as sellotape (like some of the homemade hats with photos stuck on... urgh!) but there were definitely parts that made me proud to be British. Seeing our Prince marry the love of his life and watching so many hundreds of people turn out to welcome our new Princess gave me a warm fuzzy glow of belonging, of a community spirit and a connection with the people who live on this little Island with me.

I patriotically bellowed out our National Anthem and oohed and aahed over the outfits and posh hats with my mum then we cooed as the public were treated to not one but TWO Royal Kisses. The blushing groom had never looked so adorable and the smiling bride's happiness was infectious.

It was more than patriotism that took place that day. It was hope for the future and and the entire world's best wishes for the lad we've seen grow up in the papers, the young boy who lost his mum so tragically and so publicly now has his own shot at happiness and a family of his own. The torch of most-fantasised-about eligible passed to the gorgeous and cheeky Harry; who is possibly the hottest Ginger I've ever seen and I love redheads. Karen Gillan, my girl-crush, and Harry would make the most beautiful children with the brightest hair imaginable.

Prince Charles and Princess Diana's Wedding took place years before I was born so I'd never witnessed anything on the scale of this Royal Wedding and I have to say I loved it. The anticipation, the mystery of the dress, the big reveal, the pageantry and tradition, the history dripping from every corner, the balcony kiss, the men look so very dashing in those fabulous uniforms; the entire event was just wonderful.

I was entirely bowled over by the elegance and glamour of it all but it also affected me deeper than that, in a way I wasn't expecting. I took ownership of my share of it, to me they became not just the Prince and Princess, but our Prince and our new Princess. The depth of emotion I felt took me entirely by surprise.

And seeing those dashing and handsome princes in those uniforms definitely made me rethink my position on whether I would approve if my male wanted to join the Forces...