{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Open Hands and Surrendered Heart","provider_url":"http:\/\/blogs.covchurch.org\/nahnychuk","title":"I Married My Best Friend - Open Hands and Surrendered Heart","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"P0idaVJ6Ir\"><a href=\"http:\/\/blogs.covchurch.org\/nahnychuk\/2019\/07\/16\/i-married-my-best-friend\/\">I Married My Best Friend<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"http:\/\/blogs.covchurch.org\/nahnychuk\/2019\/07\/16\/i-married-my-best-friend\/embed\/#?secret=P0idaVJ6Ir\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;I Married My Best Friend&#8221; &#8212; Open Hands and Surrendered Heart\" data-secret=\"P0idaVJ6Ir\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=http:\/\/blogs.covchurch.org\/nahnychuk\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"*I know this is a couple of days early, but I feel the need to share this sooner. We all have a race to run in this life. \u00a0In October 1990, my race changed &#8211; &#8220;Please can I invite my Uncle Max? He&#8217;s really, really cool. \u00a0You&#8217;ll like him. \u00a0Please? \u00a0(and he&#8217;ll like you too)&#8221;. I&#8217;ll never forget Brandi pleading to invite her Uncle Max to my party. \u00a0Little did I know that a 19 year old, long haired, Uncle would change my life forever. After seven years of dating, living life together; we finally took that big step and said &#8216;I do&#8217;. \u00a0Our life before and after marriage was full, absolutely full, of adventure, love, laughter and tears, but the one thing that never changed. \u00a0We were each others best friend. \u00a0There was nobody I would rather hang out with than Max. \u00a0And he made sure I knew that there was nobody he&#8217;d rather be with than me. \u00a0We worked well together. \u00a0From Doxa Pizza to Max&#8217;s Western Wear and Pony Espresso, to building a house together. \u00a0No, more then that. \u00a0We loved being together and doing whatever it was &#8211; as long as we were together. \u00a0We could talk about anything or we could sit in silence; either way; I fell in love with Max all over again, [&hellip;]","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/blogs.covchurch.org\/nahnychuk\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/139\/2019\/07\/37331106_495520777557543_3100471817932898304_n-300x169.jpg"}