To Ana and Luke, for the day you marry
Ana and Luke,
I am too old to dance and too loud to be quiet at a wedding, so I wrote you a letter.
Ana, I held you when you were two days old, and I have watched you build a life that is brave and kind. Luke, you arrived at our Thanksgiving table and ate everything, which is how we knew you were family.
I hope you argue well and make up quickly. I hope you laugh in the car. I hope there is always something in the fridge you both like.
Be good to each other. That is all the advice there is.
I love you both.
MAKE IT YOURS