Twelve years ago Jason broke my heart(s)…five to be exact. We had just met about two months earlier (while Christmas caroling..that’s an interesting story). The week before Valentine’s Day he mailed me five individual envelopes, each with a special word inside.
#1- Will
#2- You
#3- Be
#4- My
#5- Valentine?
He also decided it would be creative to include in each of the envelopes some of those candy conversation hearts. He tells me that he spent a long time picking out the exact messages to send…ones to tell me that he didn’t just “like me,” he “liked me – liked me!”….messages that I would never read because the candy hearts were broken into many little pieces during their 15 mile trek to my house by the good ‘ol Post Office. We think they ran through some sort of machine a.k.a. heart crusher. We still laugh about it. He’s always been a romantic guy, and his method of asking me out on our very first date stands forever as exhibit A.
It’s funny to think about how conversation hearts have come back around full circle in our lives. For those who made purchases from our Lemonade Stand this past month, you most certainly received one of our famous “free prizes.” The last few weeks it was, you guessed it, a small bag of those chalky conversation hearts. If someone would’ve told us that Feb. 14th night in 1995 at Monical’s Pizza that we would someday be using those pastel hearts to help put a smile on the faces of our customers and remind them of the best parts of childhood, we would’ve been very confused. What customers? It’s amazing how a dream grows and takes a life of it’s own.
So, yes, my husband Jason is a heartbreaker.