see the wedding? See the fairytale of the century play out? Hear the angelic choirs and symphonic tones filling the ancient cathedral? See the prince arrayed in splendor and the maiden dressed in white? Did you see it? I did. I wasn’t planning to see the Prince William of England marry college sweetheart Kate early this morning. I figured I would get the highlights later. But I guess my brain had a different idea, waking me up at 4:50 this morning, ten minutes before the festivities were to start across the pond. So instead of rolling over to go back to sleep I figured I might as well watch the ceremony. The images are still fresh with me.
It was a modern fairytale that goes something like this:
Common girl meets shy prince. They fall in love. They fall out of love. Then back in love. He goes off to help fight a war. His courage brings him public honor. He returns to the girl he loves and asks her to marry him. The whole kingdom rejoices. His reputation is stout. The people see a new hope in him, if only he would be king. Some think he could become like a king of old, respected, revered, yet in touch with the people. The wedding day finally arrives. The great cathedral is adorned with royal splendor. The finest choir is selected, the choicest musicians, the best priests. The people line up outside a million deep just to catch a passing glimpse of their good prince or his beautiful bride. He’s nervous. It’s written all over his face. He may not yet be king but, to him, the queen will soon arrive, dressed in white and displaying her glory. She walks down the long red carpet of the great cathedral, escorted by a proud father, her train filling the space behind her. The archbishop precedes them. The people stand in respect but the groom cannot look. It’s tradition. Plus, he doesn’t want to lose his courage, his composure in front of the whole kingdom. “Here she comes,” his brother whispers to him. “Wait til you see her.” The bridal procession reaches the altar. The prince turns to receive his bride and softly tells her, “You look beautiful.” She blushes. The choir sings and the symphony sings and the hallowed church sings. The vows are made and the prayers prayed.
When the couple is introduced to the country cheers burst forth. The good prince escorts his beautiful new princess slowly up the aisle, past the royal observers, past the chorus and musicians, past the special guests, and into the eyes of the adoring public. A horse-drown carriage awaits them. A parade through the venerated streets of the capital city commences.
It seemed like so much more than a wedding between Prince William and Catherine Middleton today in London. It felt like a coronation. The majesty. The beauty. The formality. The joy. The hope. It was almost spiritual. As if this young couple — all of 29 years — were the salvation of the kingdom. As if they were anointing a new king and queen. It was amazing. But William isn’t king yet. He may be 30 years or more from the throne. No one knows. Or he may be next in line, should the Queen choose to forsake his father and hand the kingdom to her grandson when she dies. It would be unprecedented. And unlikely. But based on what I saw today it seems the nation has already emotionally done the deed.
I’m always moved emotionally and spiritually by weddings. When I film weddings for a friend, I am always blessed by the joy, the holiness, and the reverence. Weddings are holy things. Add a scale of 1000 to a normal wedding and you get the spectacle of this morning. The scenes from inside the cathedral and the procession outside were the stuff of movies. The cameras were placed high in the cathedral’s ceiling, showing incredible pageantry. When the bride walked up the aisle and when the couple knelt at the altar the images were insanely beautiful. It’s televised events like this one that fuel in me the desire to become a better video producer. I want to capture the splendor with smooth pans and brilliant colors and perfect angles. This morning’s soundtrack was just as good. Who doesn’t want to get married to the sound of an angelic choir? Or a full symphony orchestra? In the mightiest cathedral of the land? I felt like I was watching the best picture of the year. An epic. I hope I never forget it.