It began with our Priest.

His words to Matt a summer ago.

The gentle nudging that Matt should pursue that women across the aisle. The one at daily mass, alone or with her girls. His urging that both Matt and I were on the same journey.

But as often times happens we each sought others, because, after all, what does your Priest know about love :)?

But that wise Priest prayed and his intentions soon joined with others who noticed God’s hand in the story. Hundreds of days lived as we continued to move separately through this life.

That is until one day, when the experiences were had, the moments lived apart, we were finally ready to come together.

Answered prayers.

So it turns out our Priest, our friends and our little girls, both Matt’s and mine, knew a whole lot more about love then what we imagined.

They knew that love was built on a foundation of faith.

They knew that shared goals, the desire for growth, were an essential.

And they knew that our Holy Spirit works in the most wondrous ways.

Yesterday, as I looked down the table at the gaggle of six girls enjoying their post church Mexican buffet and being entertained by the Priest who prayed for it all to happen, my heart danced.

This love story begins.