Love is a very strange thing, and it's not the only thing to be considered in choosing your husband. The dreams, hopes and needs are all a part of you. I guess they modify when they're shared with one's husband. And some, apparently, must be left as a part of the girlhood you must grow out of. It's hard, so very hard to leave some of it behind.
Excerpt from the letter from my mother, August 19, 1957