Babble posted some adorable photos of Prince William‘s early years. I’m not one of those people who gets misty about Princess Diana on an average day, but there’s no way I can look at these and not think “he lost his mommy.”
Full-grown man, royal prince, giant ring, radiant fiancée and all I can think is “Look at him, smiling at his mom!” Past the goofy outfits, the lavish hand-painted rocking horses, the fakey family photos (is Charles thinking about Camilla there?), I’m having a complete nervous breakdown over the fact that Diana loved her little baby, and then she died, and I would die if I died and left my babies without a mom.
I am, without a doubt, mentally ill and addicted to my babies.
In times like these, I turn to my husband and say, “I’m trying to write a blog post about these cute photos of Prince William, and all I can do is go off on a horribly depressing tangent about orphans and death. What is wrong with me?”
And he says, “Prince William? The one that got engaged?”
And I go, “Yes.”
And he glances over at the photo album and says, “Why don’t you point out how lucky he is that he came out looking like his mom?”
And that, readers, is why I married him.
Which one’s your favorite? I like the one where he’s going into the hospital to meet his newborn baby bro!