A week later, the invitation came
back. She had mistakenly jotted down
the wrong address.
A handwritten note was scrawled
on the return envelope: “I wish
I knew you—this is going to be a
blast. Congratulations—go have
dinner on me. I’ve been married
for 40 years—it gets better withC
assandra Warren was in a rush
and feeling a little overwhelmed
with work and planning her
200-person wedding. As she was get-
ting invitations for her nuptials in the
mail one day last year, she hurriedly
addressed one to her aunt and uncle
in Eugene, Oregon, about 20 minutes
from where she lived.By Allison Klein
from the washington postReturn to Sender
46 july/august 2019 Illustration by Gel Jamlang
Reader’s Digest
EVERYDAY MIRACLES