Weddings are fewer and farther between in this season of our lives and so we were especially excited about C & K's glorious union. It gave us a chance to chum around with old friends, make new ones, walk cold city streets, lounge on high thread count hotel sheets, see a movie, try foie gras meatballs, meander around the Walker Art Center and Sculpture Garden and dance.
Thank you Grandma Roberta for caring for the chicklets so that we could enjoy this opportunity without a bit of worry.
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The brides mother, a dear heart and late 18th and early 19th century American history scholar read this letter during the ceremony. Isn't it romantic?
Zadoc Long to Julia Davis
February 1, 1824
Dear Julia,
I would go ever so far on foot to see you, tonight. I feel sad when I don’t see you. Be married, why won’t you? And come to live with me. I will make you as happy as I can. You shall not be obliged to work hard; and when you are tired, you may lie in my lap, and I will sing you to rest with, “There’s Nothing True but Heaven.” I will play you a tune upon the violin as often as you ask and as well as I can; and leave off smoking, if you say so. I will supply as much molasses as you want to make candy, when Sister Persis Blanchard comes to see you. I would be always very kind to you, I think, because I love you so well. I will not make you bring in wood and water, or feed the pig, or milk the cow, or go to the neighbors to borrow milk. Will you be married? Little time is allotted to us in this world. Let us make the most of it while it holds out.
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