Lindor + Ghirardelli

I want this blog to be full of those memories that I never want to forget. I have all these amazing memories of big events + I get so sad when I can't remember all of the little details. What's worse is the small memories. The ones that took all of 2 seconds in my life. If they're not written down, I forget them + that is beyond sad. These two chocolates contain three memories that I don't ever want to forget.

The other morning, I was upset with Derek. And I'll be honest, it was over something so dumb. Our car was over at our friends' house and I needed to have it for errands that I needed to run so I sent Derek to go get it. He comes back in the room awhile later with two bags of chocolate. These exact bags of Ghirardelli and Lindor chocolates. He knows they're two of my favorites so I thought it was a simple peace offering + didn't think much more about it.

Later on, he said there was symbolism about what he brought home for me. I thought for a few minutes and cracked up because of what I thought he meant by them. Jokingly I said "The Ghirardelli because you lost those on our anniversary, and Lindor because you let them melt?" thinking there was no way that was what he meant. But.... I was right. Dang it I'm so mean.

For our anniversary in September, we went to San Francisco. And every part of it was a disaster. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong. I was most excited for Ghirardelli Square. We hit it up on our last day in the city and they had a special where you could fill a bag with whatever flavors you wanted and then you'd pay by weight. We spent 20+ minutes deciding which flavors and perfectly measuring the bag out. We paid for it and got back on the tour bus. We got off the tour bus, made it to our car, and we were ready to head for home. FINALLY. I sat down in my seat and decided I wanted a mint chocolate square. "Derek, do you have the chocolate bag?" It was left on the tour bus. He felt so bad. I thought it was the perfect funny ending to our weekend and figured we made somebody's day with a giant bag full of chocolate. {1 memory now preserved!}

I've never been a huge Valentine's day fan. In Junior High and High School, everybody else got chocolate and flowers and giant teddy bears. It's a tough day when it's flaunted in your face that you're going home with nothing. Last year, Derek took me on a cute surprise date of driving through Bouquet Reservoir, having a picnic, and then ended it with Safe Haven and a mint shake from McD's. I suddenly loved Valentine's Day. So this year, I decided all I wanted was flowers, chocolate, and a nice dinner somewhere just the two of us. We had plans to go to Cheesecake Factory in Pasadena (soooo yummy) and he got me a nice big box of.... you guessed it, Lindor chocolates. I was so excited that it had 3 flavors and there were plenty of chocolates. The next morning, he had apparently tried to steal one of my chocolates because he realized that they were all melted from sitting in the car the day before. The middle of February, in California, isn't a good time to keep chocolate in the car. Again he felt so bad. And again, it's one of my favorite memories. He's just so cute and tries so hard. And I love that man. {2 Memories preserved!}

So when he got me these two bags of chocolate, I almost cried from the sweet thought that was put into the gift. He's the sweetest, most thoughtful, and most gentle husband out there and I'm glad I get to call him mine.

{Done! 3 memories now preserved!}