I recently attended the wedding of one of my dearest friends.  Sweetest friends, really.  Everyone who meets her describes her as just that, “what a sweet girl.”  She never has anything mean to say about anyone, so it amazes me that she’s had a seat beside me for as long as she has, given my mantra since high school had been “if you have nothing nice to say, come sit by me.”  But I’m learning that I’m actually not like that anymore.  I worried nice meant boring, but my dear friend changed all that. She’s a classic bowl of French Vanilla and I love her that way.  And so does he, her groom, the man I introduced to my friend one night in a busy bar.  Seems she had to kiss a few frogs before she stumbled upon her prince.  Congratulations to the adorable couple.