Look at those smiles. I guess I am wistfully into the pageantry and beauty of a day like this, the hopes and smiles of a prince and princess...but then I get jolted back into the world of nuclear meltdowns, a financial crisis, and incredibly pervasive unemployment. I can't decide whether I want royals to fade further into the background, a relic of an age long-gone, certainly never something I will never have the opportunity to enjoy. Do I still want to be that princess? Despite my blushes at the thought of Prince Carl Philip of Sweden when I was 12, it is not a life I want, really. Smiles, waves, nothing more than how does she dress, what did she wear, what a pretty smile...that would drive me mad. Call me Paige, but I have other things to do. Yet, I will always miss the hats.