The Strength That I Owe You
Aren’t we both just blessed to have such perfectly common names? One Sarah and one Emily among what felt like dozens in every year, and in every class, of our entire grade school experience. I’ve met a lot of perfectly splendid Sarahs in my day — but none as extraordinary as you. What our mothers lacked in originality in naming us, I like to think they more than made up for in good fortune. Okay, maybe this is mostly in your case.
