When Best Friends Marry Best Friends.

Jon and Jessica came into my life

at the same time, actually.

I remember meeting Jon

and running into him a few days later

at the Cougareat.

He was surprisingly friendly.

We went to the Islamic art exhibit together.

He because the guy friend

that every girl wants to have.

Jon and I have no pictures together,

so here's a picture of Joseph Stalin

standing in for me.

At first,

I didn't know Jessica well.

But I knew that she was friendly and strong.

When we got to be roommates,

we found out that

we were just what the other needed

for that summer.

We did everything together.

She wasn't even mad

when I broke her blender.

Jess and me when we went to the rodeo.

Then Jess went on a mission.

Jon and I didn't see each other much

and I didn't write Jess much

but we were all still friends.

No question about that.

When Jessica came home,

she and Jon started dating,

and I knew they would get married.

They're both goofy

and they're both serious.

They both love to have good chats

and they both have

an insane amount of love in their hearts

to give.

There's something about

when best friends

marry best friends.

I love him.

And I love her.

And I love them together.

And I love their love.

And they both love me separately.

And they both love me together.

It's a blessed thing.