This time next week she will be married to the one she loves, this dearly loved child of mine who never belonged entirely to me. From the very start she was a clearly defined person, on her own trajectory. The arc of her life has already taken her from Wisconsin, Alabama and Oregon to Alaska, New Zealand, Ecuador, Niger, Malawi, Ethiopia, Kenya, and then to New York and New Jersey.
It will be a height-of-summer-nearly-fall wedding, and no matter what happens, it will be perfect. Everybody in attendance is someody I love. I wish you could be there with me as well, in this happy time, celebrating love and great hope for the future.