The first real thing I did with Catherine, shortly after our courtship began, was to accompany her to her brother’s wedding. It was fun. And terrifying. “Here, meet my hundreds of relatives in this formal atmosphere” is not an unbracing way to get acclimated to a family much, much larger than my own.
That wedding begat a daughter, and that daughter, Patricia Miller, is getting married this weekend in Regina.
This makes me feel almost impossibly old. And also mindful that Catherine and I have been courting for, well, a good while.