Dear child(ren),
Your mom and I bartended at Sarah and TJ’s wedding reception tonight, which was at the armory. They staged a send-off in which we all threw multi-colored sugar sprinkles on them (which seems like it would get sticky, but maybe not).
Sarah’s my youngest cousin on my maternal side, so even though she’s married and out of college and all that, I still feel like she’s thirteen. But I guess she’s not and I need to accept that I’m old now.
Dad
Beebe, Arkansas. 5.20.2017 - 7.55pm.









