So. Given my anglophilia and general love of babies and happiness, I’m a wee bit excited over the arrival of William and Kate’s son. My family was in London just a week before their wedding in April 2011, a time laced with excitement and sunshine. I wish I could have hopped a flight to linger outside Buckingham Palace waiting for the royal decree with so many well-wishers on Monday but, alas, I’m a desk-bound American with no funds or vacation time save what she’s using for her own upcoming nuptials.

Still, a peasant can dream.

In honor of the Royal Prince (is he a prince already? Must Google), I’m revisiting my favorite photos from trips to English trips in 2009 and 2011 today. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: London is the city of my heart. My heart hurts a bit looking at these, remembering how exhilarating it was to walk around Trafalgar Square or along the Thames . . . some of my happiest days have been spent in London. I really must get back there. For a day, for a week — I don’t know. But I have to go.

And I really must go find myself a scone.