You watch the beginnings of attraction form between a best friend and an upstanding man of God. You encourage your friend to explore the possibility--that he's more than a "nice guy" to her--that deep down, there's something miraculous there.
You listen with excitement as she carefully details the story of their first date, confident that this is the one for her.
You watch them together, amazed at the simplicity with which God brings two people together--so much alike, it's like they were always waiting to meet.
You sit shocked with awe and joy when they announce their engagement--then get up and run around your apartment, eager to tell the rest of your roommates the happy news.
You drive cross-country, away from your friend, away from your family (yet again) with tears in your eyes...but a smile on your face as your friend's voice comes through the patchy reception: "We want you in the bridal party."
You stay up half the night before her wedding, not sleeping even though she is, nervous even though she isn't--praying that nothing ruins their perfect day.
You watch her holy eyes and his holy smile at the altar before God, as they receive the Most Blessed Sacrament together as man and wife.
Nothing could be better.
Then, the phone call today.
"We have some news to tell you..."
Things just got better! You jump all over the house, even though she's miles away, across many state lines, trying to laugh but only being able to squeak.
... Squeeeaak! ... squeeeaak! ... squeeeaak! ...
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