After much internal debate about the early morning hour and the actual importance this event had in my life, then finally settling on letting my mother-in-law send us a recorded DVD a couple days later (better late than never), I was elated to receive the invitation from a friend to participate in a DVR'd (read: not waking up at o'dark-thirty) watch party. I could have my royal wedding cake and eat it, too. What a day!
So Micaiah got all dolled up in her fancy dress (I honestly considered wearing my a former brides-maid gown, or even the actual dress from my own big day but turned down the thought for fear of being too much a nerd), we both donned our tiaras (ok, so I had to give in somewhere) and Emmett, well, I didn't want Emmett to be teased by the other boys, so he stayed pretty casual, and we all headed over to watch a real-life girl become a princess.
At least I can say I saw it, right? (Plus, we'll still have the DVD for posterity-sake - and so Philip can see the dress, I know it's been killing him - or not. But he's promised me I can wear my wedding gown for him when we snuggle in to watch it together next weekend - score!)
My little princess. The wand was a crucial accessory, of course.