Bring On The Dancing Horses

My heartfelt congratulations to the author on the event of his daughter’s wedding.

Most sincerely yours,

David Emeron

mishaburnett

This Saturday my oldest daughter is getting married. I don’t really know the young man very well, but he seems a decent enough sort, and my daughter is a savvy young woman, I trust her judgement.

I’m excited for them, really.  I think they will have a good life together–not an easy life, mind you, no one really gets that–they have plans that seem reasonable and achievable to me.  Life is going to kick them in the teeth from time to time, of course, but I think they are committed to working through things together.

They’re good kids.  Smart kids, who are getting into this thing with eyes wide open.  Plus, they’re really in love, and that always helps.

It makes me feel old, though.  It makes me feel like I am entering the last phase of my life. Child, youth, father, graybeard.

I’m okay with that.  I can’t really lay claim to any…

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