I'm just going to say it: I can't wait for Prince William and Kate Middleton's wedding. One, I love weddings. (The dresses! The flowers! The dancing!) Two, I love pomp and circumstance. Probably because much of my life feels chaotic, the order and ritual of weddings, graduations, funerals even, move me. Three, I love princesses—not the Disney kind, mind you, but the real kind.

The kind I discovered, in fact, back when Will's mother, Lady Diana, married his dad, Prince Charles. I was 9, and while my mom rolled her eyes at the "charade," I was enthralled. It was during that charade that I discovered that real-life princesses lived in big houses with tons of dogs and had country houses with tons of horses. And that they got to travel around in beautiful clothes and say nice things for which people gave them roses.

What a life, I thought. A perfect life.

Which leads me to the fourth reason I'm excited: because I have a 6-year-old daughter who will love this wedding too. She will love it because she's a romantic at heart who loves the Disney sort of princesses and their Prince Charmings and happily-ever-afters. She'll watch this and think, like I did, What a life. A perfect life.

I'm excited about William and Kate's wedding because I need to kill this off in my daughter. Or at least scuff it up a little.

I don't want my daughter growing up believing in happily-ever-afters. I don't want her to grow up thinking that one day or even one moment will perfect her life. I certainly don't want her to grow up thinking that her wedding day is the climax of her life or even the most important day. Or the day she arrives, or worse, becomes.

Of course a wedding day is a wonderful day (at least mine was!). It's a serious day (vows before God ...

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