Anne Shirley-Cuthbert: Gracious heavenly Father, as you recall, for some time now, I've sent you repeated prayers in the hopes that you'd make me good-looking when I grow up. Well I'm turning 16 on Saturday, and I now know that was a childish flight of fancy and not a proper prayer, and I apologize. It seems to me that my destiny is to be the Bride of Adventure. I expect you approve, because you've sent me on so many now that I've quite developed a taste for them. Rest assured, this isn't a capitulation. Because I'm not an ideal beauty with many suitors, or even just one. But because in my maturity, I've come to the happy, evolutionary opinion that I am unusual, and I embrace it.
Anne Shirley-Cuthbert: But I do wonder who I'm like. If my parents were unique like me, in looks and in character, despite the fact that they found each other. I wonder if it was a match made in heaven. I guess you would know. Please send them my love. That's the only thing I want. Amen.