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Weekend of Princesses

In the early morning hours Friday, masses of Americans gathered in front of TV and computer screens to watch the royal wedding.  I have an infant; I don’t get much sleep; I didn’t watch the wedding. 
This weekend, crowds gathered at the historical Landmark Theatre in Richmond to watch the Broadway show, “Beauty and the Beast,” based on the Disney animated film.  I know every word to that film, so I was acutely aware of every added musical number and comical line in the show.
This weekend, I also celebrated my 29th birthday, my 6th anniversary, and my 3rd Mother’s Day.  For my birthday last year, my husband gave me a Red Door Spa gift certificate.  For Christmas, he got us tickets to Beauty and the Beast.  We postponed celebrating our March anniversary ‘til this weekend.  Of course, Mother’s Day is coming in six days.
So, as corny as it sounds, I got to be a princess of sorts this weekend.  I spent over six hours in a luxurious spa on Friday.  Then, my husband left money for me with the makeup artist at the spa and instructions to find Courtney in the dress department at Nordstrom’s.   I got a dress and shoes.  Then, we went to dinner (in my almost-but-not-quite minivan).  We watched Beauty and the Beast.  We spent the night at the historic Jefferson Hotel.  He had breakfast delivered to our room.
That’s princess treatment enough for me.  I came home relaxed and ready to continue potty training.  Tristan ran and leapt into my arms when I returned home.  Then he did his “happy dance,” normally reserved for Papaw.  Lily covered my face in her sloppy kisses.  We did lunch and naptime, dinner, the park and Bruster’s.  I’ll take that responsibility over being the new face of the British monarchy. 


  1. you look absolutely beautiful and who knew sammy had all that romance and surprise in him....

  2. Thanks, Susan! Sammy used to be the emotional one of the two of us. Some things have obviously changed:) But, he dreams big dreams when it comes to spoiling me. He used to be quite the romantic!


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