my prince.

meet william.

its his birthday today.

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The first time I laid eyes on William was shortly after his mother, Princess Diana, died in a tragic car crash.

I knew I loved him the first time I saw him.

He was 15.

I was not quite 11.

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After Diana's death, my mother kept a few of those "special tribute" magazines they put out about her. She kept them in one of her drawers. I used to sneak into her bedroom and pull the magazines out to look at pictures of my prince. I don't know why I did it in secret. The only explanation I can find is that I was 11.

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My crush on him lasted a solid . . . 8 years.

He graced the walls of my bedroom and insides of my lockers.

I read several books on him and his family, making me proficient in all things Royal.

[Even now Chris will ask me questions concerning royalty and I will know the answer.]

My dear William just held a special place in my heart.

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Just over 8 years after I first met William, I met another prince.

The first time I laid eyes on Chris was during Ward Prayer in our BYU Ward, shortly after I arrived for my freshman year.

I knew I loved him the first time I saw him.

He was 22.

I was not quite 19.

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We used to text each other late at night.

We used to snuggle in the back of his car after curfew.

We used to meet between classes for a few seconds.

We used to say goodnight and go our separate ways.

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This prince makes me laugh.

This prince holds me tight.

This prince promised me a lifetime of love and happiness.

This prince took me to the Temple.

I get to be with this prince forever.

And this prince gave me the most beautiful little princess.

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We will celebrate 4 years of wedded bliss on Thursday.

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Happiest,

hardest,

craziest,

most wonderful

4 years.

Ever.

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Here's to infinity more.