Tomorrow is another day.

In fact, it’s day number 17533.

Of what? Since when? Hold your horses. I’ll tell you.

Since the day Mrs. RWP acquired that honorific in front of her name after we vowed to walk together into the future for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, and forsaking all others, until death do us part, come what may.

Yes, that’s right. Tomorrow is the 48th anniversary of our wedding.

We didn’t actually say “come what may” but that’s what we meant.

The wedding took place in Orlando, Florida, with the Rev. M. officiating.
Mary C. served as matron of honor.
Frank R. was best man.
Lenora D. and Charlene S. were bridesmaids.
Stan M. and David D. were groomsmen.
My dad, stepmother, and stepsister drove in from Texas.
Mrs. RWP’s aunt and cousin came from North Carolina.
I flew in from Omaha especially for the occasion.

We really didn’t know what we were getting into, but 25 years later, when we knew exactly what we had gotten ourselves into, we renewed our vows anyway.

And now, all these years later, we’re still walking together into the future.

Come what may.