Years ago, my English Granny sent me postcards with first-edition stamps on the eve of a different Royal Wedding.
Tonight, I am snuggling up in my childhood home, with my own three daughters. We've got the breakfast all laid out, and the tea kettle filled with water, as it will be an ungodly hour at which we will be arising to watch, to listen, and to make a new memory.
With everything in me, I'm hoping and praying that THIS time, the pomp and circumstance will be followed by a true marriage-- one of mutual respect, support, genuine affection, and fidelity. I want the world to see that this is possible, as another beautiful Cinderella once sang.
Blessings, my dears. Good luck to you tomorrow, and always.
See you in the morning.