The reception had been beautiful. Jamie and my mom had done an absolutely fabulous job. We had an outdoor reception, at the back of the church. My mom and dad had bought this great trellis and had covered it with white roses. It was great. And Hegbert had ordered catering from that little bistro where Jamie and I had our first date. How he had known I had no idea. Jamie must have told him. She was always doing stuff like that- being totally up front and open with her father. Maybe it was her example that had gotten me to forgive my dad. But that wasn't it- not quite exactly. I knew what had made me forgive him- he had paid for Jamie's homecare. He had given me my miracle back, so that I no longer had to worship from the side of a hospital bed with so many monitors beeping and nurses coming in and out all the time. She was home with me now, where she belonged. Every time I looked at her it hit me again- I was so lucky to have her in my life. God really had intervened. To think- I could have just passed her up. I could have just kept on rehearsing with Eric and not asked Jamie for help- but I had. And she had said yes. And now, as we were driving away toward the biggest surprise yet, Jamie had that small, secretive smile on her face, and I just had to know what she was thinking.
"What are you thinking?"
"That I am just so lucky to have you in my life, and about how close I had come to almost loosing you, to never having met you. Did you know I almost said no the day you asked me to help you with your lines?"
"Really? What made you say yes?"
"I'm still not sure, I just had this feeling in my heart that something good would come out of it, and now...."
"Yeah. And now."