Twenty-Four Years

Today is my 24th wedding anniversary.

On this date twenty-four years ago, on a scorching hot August day, we got married in a church fifty yards away from Mrs. Earp’s home. Mrs. Earp’s relative was going to drive her to the church, but we noticed he had a flat tire. It was her last chance to run away.

A family friend drove her to the church and everything went as planned. The reception went by way too fast, and afterward, family members met at Mrs. Earp’s house to decompress.

In the years since, we’ve had ups and downs. We have four great kids, but lost three of our four parents. Mrs. Earp has a job she likes, and I now hate mine. The kids are getting older – which is both good and bad – but overall things have ben well above average.

With the shoulder issues, the basal-cell cancer, and the stress of work, I try to remember we never know when we’re going to leave this mortal coil. That said, it’s probably a good idea to live life to the fullest, and be happy with the time we have.