There once was a princess named Sarah who had no king to call “Daddy.”
Life for Princess Sarah was happy, but without a king, the kingdom seemed incomplete.
One day Queen Mommy used the magical powers of MySpace to reconnect with an old family friend named Randall. Princess Sarah knew right away that this man was to someday be her king.
She claimed him as her Daddy long before Queen Mommy married him in a beautiful gathering of friends and family the following year. Princess Sarah was there that day, and she rode high on her new king’s shoulders as they all three walked up the aisle together. The king had stretched his loving arms wide and embraced both Queen Mommy and Princess Sarah in a hug of love, trust and family.
But one thing was still missing. Princess Sarah wanted to be a Mixon.
She had already told the princes and princesses in her class that her name was no longer the name she had been born with and demanded she be called “Sarah ‘Micken,’ just like Mommy.” Nearly two years later, Princess Sarah’s wish was granted by Judge Sharon Marchman, and the princess had officially claimed her king.
That sheet of paper with signatures meant nothing to the princess, though. Princess Sarah knew in her heart what no birth certificate or legal document could define any clearer – King Randall was her “always and ever Daddy,” as she says.
After three and a half long years, the princess had finally crowned her king, and the king and his daughter plan to live happily ever after.