The
story goes like this. John and I had been dating regularly and been having a
great time. I loved him, but still was hesitant to fully give my whole heart to
him. Past heartbreaks have a way of making you wary. City Creek Mall had just
opened up and John took me on a little day date to see this feat of
architecture and couture. The first place we stopped was Macy’s and John,
impish smile intact, promptly took me to the perfume counter and said, “Ok,
pick one!” I just looked at him like ‘you've got to be kidding me!’ No one I
have ever dated has done anything like this before. I asked him again and again
if he was sure; to which he just smiled and said yes. I looked at every single
bottle (none of them cheap by the way) asking him which one he liked, telling
him how much fun it would be to work with perfumes and just being the happiest
girl alive.
I finally settled on this beautiful bottle of Chanel:
I couldn't believe how special John made me feel. I had mentioned how much I loved
perfume and he remembered. But not only remembered, made my day extra special.
Here we are married and it’s been nearly two years since that day and he hasn't changed a bit. Even the small, ordinary things he makes special. He treats me
like I’m something to be treasured and I’m so lucky to have him be the father
of my daughter. Just wait Olivia, your childhood is going to be fantastic.
