One hot twenty-something guy, facial hair in all the right places, sitting two tables over with some rowdy friends.
One jukebox, playing Prince, much to the dismay of the Hot Guy. The girl with the highlights doesn’t care.
One lengthy debate between Blonde Girl and rowdy friends about religion.
One nosy Hot Guy who decides to invite himself into the discussion and begins to express his views on the matter. Blonde girl is at once intrigued and annoyed.
Two pitchers and one hour later, a feisty game of pool.
A dash of flirty name-calling.
A smidge of watermelon flavored lip gloss.
A heaping serving of mutual attraction.
One passionate kiss.
One promised phone call.
One date that lasts two weeks.
Add love-stricken Roman Catholic Blonde who forsakes all that she has been brought up with and moves in with Hot Guy.
Bring to a boil two Polish Parents who are not very happy. Not at all. NOT AT ALL.
Mix in months of pleading and proving them wrong.
Sprinkle in a sweet and unexpected surprise.
Gently fold in one excruciating morning, one of the happiest and most painful of her life.
Prepare a large, expensive, Roman Catholic wedding. Polish parents can show themselves in public again.
Stir in massive amounts of love, patience, laughter, tears, hugs, and kisses.
Marvel at the finished product.
Against all odds.