Our wedding readings and homily pointed toward the future. The wedding celebration, however, was largely concerned with the past. Friends and family alike spent their time marvelling that I, who was such a precocious and irritating little child, actually grew up enough to get married and sharing stories of my youth. Not least among these memories was a letter I had written when I was in the third grade–it was returned to me by a friend who journeyed from the Great North to attend the wedding. I reduplicate the letter in full, with commentary in italics.
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