I don’t pretend to be the source of all original thoughts — or even more than just a few of them — but this one occurred to me this morning.

I awoke today in time to catch the final few minutes on TV of the royal wedding of Prince Harry to Meghan Markle, the American woman whose life has just changed forever and ever.

What’s more, I was struck by the outpouring of love not only from the hundreds of thousands of spectators lining the parade route from Windsor Castle, but also from the commentators who were reporting on the festivities.

They seemed genuinely thrilled to be there. These news anchors who spend much of their waking hours reporting at home on matters that bring sadness instead of joy were relishing the moment of marital bliss.

Yes, our hearts are heavy on this side of The Pond over news of another school shooting, this time near Galveston, Texas. But there seems to be a genuine love for these two young people who have become betrothed for “as long as they both shall live.” That’s the way it’s supposed to work, yes? It didn’t work out for Harry’s parents, or for his Uncle Andrew and his former wife.

Yet we wish nothing but eternal happiness for these two young people and my sense is that the joy from the former Colonies is as real and intense as it is in the United Kingdom.

We’re sick of the silliness, the scandal, the rancor, the conflict that dominates our news cycles here. I sense a desire to enjoy the moment and perhaps to live it vicariously — if only for a day or maybe two — as the Duke and Duchess of Sussex begin their new life together.

They’ll do good work, because that’s what British royal couples are asked to do.

Let’s enjoy the moment together for as long as we can. The nonsense here at home awaits as soon as the British royal glow fades.