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Sunday, April 23, 2006

Sunday Scribblings - Chocolate

February 14, 1970. A blind date the previous month was the beginning of their courtship. He was small in size compared to the typical college male, and he was quiet and reserved by nature. She was immaculate in appearance, and also quiet and reserved by nature. He came from a paternal line of Baptist preachers and a childhood filled with hope and encouragement. She came from a family of self-proclaimed Christians that practiced drinking and abuse rather than prayer. He was hopeful. She was skeptical. But on a fateful night in January, their paths crossed. And as he held an umbrella to shield her from the pouring rain, she saw a gentle soul and a kind heart being offered to her, a chance for understanding and compassion and, potentially, love.

It had only been a few weeks when Valentine’s Day arrived. Her expectations were low, as she had been programmed to expect little throughout her life. His hopes were high, as he had been taught the power of faith and the potentialities for happiness. A quiet, uneventful dinner and a heartfelt gift.

That night, he brought her an enormous lavender, heart-shaped box decorated with plastic lavender flowers. The box was not adorned in the typical red or pink hues of the holiday. The flowers on top were not the red roses of tradition. But inside lay the most delicious and succulent chocolates she had ever tasted. Beneath the tacky lavender exterior was a gift of warmth and comfort and love. Maybe that’s why February 14, 1970 was her most memorable Valentine’s Day.

Thirty-six years later, they still celebrate Valentine’s Day together, as well as every other day of the year. Much like the chocolates on that first holiday, he is also an incredible and unexpected gift beneath the outer coverings. Beneath his quiet nature and small stature, he is a man with a heart bigger than the world, filled with rich and delicious morsels of truth, wisdom, and comfort.

We never know what treasures may lie beneath the coverings of a lavender heart-shaped box of chocolates.

**This is a true story inspired by the love of my happily married parents. May their love always be as rich, warm, comforting, and filling as the most delicious chocolate!**

19 Comments:

At 8:42 PM, Blogger Laini said...

This is so beautiful!! Thank you for sharing your parents' lovely story. So so many women get accustomed to expecting so little from men, and I love hearing stories about other women finding thoughtful, loving partners, as I have. Lucky you to have such parents. (My parents are wonderful too!)

 
At 11:41 PM, Blogger Kim G. said...

Tara - thanks for sharing this wonderful story. I love that the box was lavender - sometimes the best gifts come in ways we're not expecting. Glad to hear that you made it through your finals and hope you have a nice break before your next term!

 
At 12:53 AM, Blogger paris parfait said...

Hi Tara - What a beautiful story-----and the fact that your parents were the characters. How lovely! Well done, you!
Tara

 
At 4:20 AM, Blogger mamagrace said...

Thanks for sharing our story in such a special way. What makes our story even more special are the two beautiful children that came from our love. My wish for you is that you will find such a man as your father (perhaps you already have) and that you can have a longevity of love together. Your father is still as special as he was when we first met, perhaps even more so!

 
At 4:23 AM, Anonymous beansprout said...

This is a wonderful story in it's simplicity. I love that you parents connection came about through these small offerings...first the umbrella and then the chocolates. Also love that this story must have been told to you by one of them or both of them.

 
At 6:00 AM, Blogger Left-handed Trees... said...

I thought this was a simply amazing story...and amazing of you to find inspiration in your parents' loving example. My husband's parents are like this--so powerful, to be exposed to this sort of relationship! Thank you for sharing.

 
At 6:55 AM, Blogger In Otter Space said...

Beautiful.

I especially loved...."he is also an incredible and unexpected gift beneath the outer coverings. Beneath his quiet nature and small stature, he is a man with a heart bigger than the world, filled with rich and delicious morsels of truth, wisdom, and comfort."

Love how you weaved it!

 
At 8:37 AM, Blogger Somnambulist Seeker said...

Just wonderful!
Thanks for the inspiration. I needed it today.

 
At 9:52 AM, Blogger Amber said...

What A beautiful story of sweet beginnings. Keep this for your children someday. It will be a joy to them. ;)

:)

*I have come to visit your blog through a few others, from time to time. I enjoy it!
Amber

 
At 10:37 AM, Blogger Mardougrrl said...

Aww...this is so romantic! I love how you communicated so much about your parents in so few words at the beginning. Beautiful story.

 
At 2:22 PM, Blogger la vie en rose said...

This beautiful story brought tears to my eyes! What a beautiful heritage, and romance, you come from.

 
At 3:45 PM, Blogger Cate said...

Goosebumps and chills as I read this story! I'm so happy for your parents, that they found each other--it was beautiful the way they were able to navigate through the differences ("she had been programmed to expect little throughout her life. His hopes were high, as he had been taught the power of faith and the potentialities for happiness") and create a loving, lasting, happy relationship! Such special people--it's no wonder you turned out so well :)

 
At 7:17 PM, Blogger HoBess said...

You pulled me right in ... beautiful tribute to your mom and dad.

 
At 7:12 AM, Blogger TJ said...

Ahhhhhh! Some parents make it look so easy don't they. Several years ago our oldest son ran away from his soon to be bride and came home dragging his dog and all. He talked into the late night hours how he couldn't imagine staying with her because she was so aggressive in arguements. He said" I just want a realtionship like you and dad. You never fight..." My husband and I looked at each other and rolled. At the age of 24 years he still hadn't figured us out yet. We explained the Birds and Bees of disagreeing and I think he gets now...sweet boy.
Loved this story...should be a book.
Love TJ

 
At 7:45 AM, Blogger Colorsonmymind said...

That is a beautiful story. I felt the warmth between them when reading your tender words.

 
At 1:43 PM, Blogger megg said...

What a beautiful post! SIGH! I am a sucker for love that lasts forever!

I have been terrible and I promise to write soon - I have been thinking about you every single day!! LOVE to you!!! xoxoxo

 
At 12:14 AM, Blogger GoGo said...

How beautiful is that! Go parental units. I haven't had a chance to read you in some time and have missed your writing dearly. Expect more posts this evening.

 
At 3:30 AM, Blogger V said...

Beautiful!
V

 
At 12:37 PM, Blogger baylor said...

Okay, so I know I am terribly emotional...but this made me cry! you descibed your parents to beautifully and wonderfully to a T! xoxo

 

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