Dear Sunday Letter friends,

As I write today’s Sunday Letter, I realize we have a special sort of Sunday morning relationship going on here. With my first cup of coffee steaming on the side table (a table that once belonged to my Nana), I claim my favorite spot on the corner of our couch, sink beneath the quilt handmade by Aunt Rena and Aunt Lavern, and divulge a few of my burning thoughts to you. (Haha, sometimes not so burning, I know.)

I’ll start with a confession. I have a football hangover leftover from watching part of Florida/Vandy + Tennessee/Auburn and all of the Baylor/Texas + Arkansas/Ole Miss games. I saw a little of the neon, star-bright Oregon game, but those uniforms nearly made my eyes bleed.

Both of my favorite teams lost but neither should have.

It’s not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game.

Whatever.

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