Princess in the Making

When I was a little girl I dreamed of being a Princess. I remember seeing Cinderella on TV as some type of musical, of course it was in Black and White but I just knew her gown was baby blue and I wanted that dress so bad. I wanted my hair piled on top of my head in ringlets and I wanted a tiara full of diamonds, but even then most of all I wanted those sparkling slippers.....guess a shoe thing starts early. Funny, I never gave much thought to the Prince, I was more fascinated with the pumpkin shaped carriage. I can pretty much say as a child I thought I was a princess; well at least till princess junior game along, somehow my tiara got a little crooked as she was the glory child, good grief they even called her Precious. So, I became a peasant, a commoner. Precious was the cute one with her blue eyes and her tan skin, her adorable foreign language. I was tiny and covered with freckles. It seems like I was missing my two front teeth for half my life. Precious and I did not have a whole lot in common, she went on to be cheerleader, beauty queen, perfect student, while I was pretty much the carefree , fiddle de dee, Scarlett. Watching Kate this morning walking down the aisle with her sister behind her, made me laugh and think of my sister. What parents name one sister Kate Elizabeth and the other Pippa?? Did they know Kate would be a princess? Was Kate always the "precious" and Pippa the "Scarlett"? I could tell by the admiration and love in her eyes that Pippa adores her sister. When I was younger, there was always that little sting of jealousy when my Dad refereed to my sister as 'Precious" but as the years went by, I must say that is exactly what she is to me...Precious. A sisters bond is like no other. Precious and I can tell each other anything, and we can also be the one to point out when the other is wrong. It was she and I who held my Dad's hand as he took his last breath on this earth, and I honestly believe he went as soon as my sister told him it was ok, we would take care of Mom and Brother. It was Precious who has had to deliver difficult news to me on more than one occasion, and she knows how to keep me calm. My sister literally delivered my daughter and I like to claim I delivered hers. If they were not 10 years apart I would swear we got them mixed up, because hers is a Diva like me and mine is a Precious like her. As much as I wanted to be a Princess, I am always honored to walk behind... Beside my Precious. After all, I really just wanted the tiara and the shoes, and lucky me, I got the Prince anyway!!!!