Given all the hoopla over the arrival this week of little Prince George, how could my Flashback be anything but a baby picture of Catherine?
She arrived four days ahead of schedule in April 17 years ago, the only time she’s been early for anything.
No throngs of reporters waited outside Greenwich Hospital while we struggled with the car seat clasps, then thoughtlessly slammed the car door, causing her to startle and practically hit the roof of the car.
No paparazzi followed us home (good thing, too, since we drove about 15 mph, one eye glued to the back seat) or waited outside the carport of our then apartment while we took a painstaking 20 minutes to get her out of the car.
The guard didn’t change; cannons weren’t sounded.
The only public acknowledgement of her arrival was a single-line birth announcement in the Greenwich Time.
She’s still our princess, though!