The Candy

You have probably noticed that I’m not a writer. I just don’t enjoy it. I envy those who can just write down everything they think and feel without any reservations. I am not like that. I am more private. But I constantly feel the need to write our story down, the real story. I never want to forget how this happened, how we got here. I want to remember every feeling, good and bad, of every special moment and hard time.  For months I have wanted to start this series, but didn’t know how. How do you share a love story and all of its complexities from beginning to end without exaggerating some parts and leaving other parts out? I decided to just tell little short stories from our relationship that, when put together, might paint picture of us, of our love story. I hope you will read these stories, and that they will inspire you to tell your love story or help you get to know us or maybe just make you laugh. :)

This is the beginning of a series I like to call “Little Love Stories”.

I’ve had the hardest time figuring out which little love story to tell first. Should I explain how we met? No, that won’t work… I was 8 years old. Should I start with the day we said “I love you”? No, that’s a story for later… Plus, that would be skipping all the way to the day we got engaged. I guess I will have to start with The Candy…

I was home for the summer in Clovis after my freshman year of college. I had landed the sweet gig of working at the front desk of my church which meant that my number one responsibility was to fill the candy dish and make sure it was perfectly positioned to beckon anyone who might walk by. I had a few other responsibilities, but this was the one I took most seriously. On Friday, June 13th (Yes, yes, Friday the 13th), I arrived at my desk at exactly 8:59am with my Starbucks in hand. Boo-yah. I’m not late. I sat down and found this note perfectly placed in front of my keyboard:

Christin-
Morning! Enjoy your day… Enjoy this little treat I got just for you!
-Jacob
note

Jacob? As in, Jacob Willis? He lives in San Diego. Why is he in Fresno, and why was he at my desk???  I noticed on the top right corner of the note was a little red candy. He took the time to bring me something? How sweet of hi— wait a minute… that’s from the candy dish… that I fill. How rude. 

This may not seem like a love story, but it’s just the beginning of our love story. This stupid little candy is what would lead to our first date… but that’s next week’s Little Love Story. :)

 

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