Did you hear that? It’s the sound of an entire new generation of girls squealing over a new prince.
Wait. I don’t mean the 30-year-olds on Twitter with Royal Baby fever, although I totally fall under that category.
I meant the toddlers and preschoolers that don’t even know they should be excited.
I was born in 1983, a mere 10 months younger than Prince William. I grew up knowing about him, seeing him with his mother, and thinking he was the most handsome boy I had ever seen. Visions of Cinderella were never-ending and as a teenager, I would put on my prom dress and sneak into my mother’s jewelry box and practice my curtsy. I’m not even joking – I was that nerdy. My brothers used to tease me, wondering what was so attractive about a prince.
Because you know, wearing a tiara and being a real-life princess isn’t attractive enough to a teenage girl.
I just knew that if I could get to London and meet him, I’d be a princess in no time. My mother would laugh and tell me he would marry of peerage, or royal blood, but WHAT SAY YOU NOW, MOTHER? Kate Middleton proves that my dreams weren’t so far off.
And so rises an entire new generation of girls swooning over a handsome prince (because surely between Kate and Wills this little guy will be a looker!). It makes me laugh that in ten years, there will be posters of Prince George ripped from Teen Vogue. Maybe one day I will have a daughter and I will walk in on her pretending to dance with Prince George. But I promise that I won’t tell her that those dreams won’t come true – they just might!
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