The royal wedding one year earlier didn't thrill me that much, I wasn't into fairy-tale princesses and such, I never was one of these all pink and frills little girls, but Prince William appealed to my emerging maternal instinct, and I was totally obsessed with this little prince.
After a while I stopped collecting his photographs, and my interest tapered off somewhat, but I still kind of followed him from a distance, and when his mother died, I cried my eyes out, mostly because of him and his brother.
But, I had my own child by then, and little by little I stopped catching up on prince William's doings. Occationally, though, I would spot a picture of him, and it always felt strangely like seeing a photography of a relative. He grew up to be such a handsome young man, and I felt like a proud big sister...
I have to admit, I was a little annoyed when I realized his wedding wasn't this summer but on an April Friday, one that I was going to spend in Paris, far away from any television set...
I actually forgot during the day, since I was busy guiding a group in the most beautiful city on earth, but back in my hotel room, I went online and watched a couple of video clips from the wedding. Just to catch up. And, to my big surprise, I cried like a baby. I could hardly see the screen, and I was very happy nobody could see me.
After this confession, here are some of the baby and child pictures I collected, and really, he was adorable.
The very first picture published
The photos are of course not mine, and I have to say I don't know the name of the photographers, other than Lord Snowdon, who took most of the official photos, but others are from press conferences or snapshots. I make an exception here, from my rule of always naming the person behind a photo.