“It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together … and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home.”
-Sam, Sleepless in Seattle
Once upon a time, deep in the woods of Michigan, there was a magical campground, surrounded by towering trees, and full of trails and tiny cabins. In one of the cabins, Andrea was getting ready to marry the love of her life, who was getting ready in another cabin nearby. They were both nervous, even though they knew they were meant to spend their lives together. Time ticked by slowly, as if stalling to create suspense. Finally it was time. Friends and family gathered together. The wind rustled the leaves in the trees. Kris stood at the altar, anxiously. When Andrea came to join him, it was as if a great electric spark occurred, and everyone in their presence could feel it. It was magic.