I used to love the Laura Ingalls Wilder Little House on the Prairie series. Not the later television adaptation, which I viewed with scorn for having fatally miscast every single character, but the original books which told the story of a 19th-century pioneer family through a child’s eyes.
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I text David to tell him I’m so nervous about moving and marrying him that I wake at 4am every day, stomach churning. Even the dogs are still snoring. I’ve never been vulnerable like this with him before. I have always put on a brave face, leaving him to read about my insecurities later. But he surprises me by being incredibly supportive.