He didn't believe in a God who sifted through prayers, answering some and ignoring others, no matter how unworthy or worthy a person might be. Instead, he preferred to believe in a God who bestowed all people with gifts and abilities and placed them in an imperfect world; only then was faith tested, only then could faith be earned.

I found that as I flipped the days on the calendar, the worries I had about our relationship had began to diminish.

Maybe I don't want to be defined by what I do. Maybe I'd like to be defined by what I am.

And suddenly she knew exactly why Catherine had fallen in love with him. It wasn't that he was unusually attractive, or ambitious, or even charming. He was partly those things, but more important, he seemed to live life on his own terms.

I love you too, Will Blakelee," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

Their fingers seemed to fit together in just the right way- effortlessly clasped,like perfect complements.

She smiled. "I need your opinion," she said. "What do you think about something sleeveless for this weekend? With a cinched waist and a medium train?" I brought my hand to my chin and considered this. "Sounds okay," I said. "But I think I'd look better in a tuxedo.