Chicken Soup for the Soul Love Stories: Stories of First Dates, Soul Mates, and Everlasting Love
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ISBN-13: | 9781623610746 |
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Publisher: | Backlist, LLC - a unit of Chicken Soup of the Soul Publishing LLC |
Publication date: | 09/18/2012 |
Edition description: | Original |
Pages: | 400 |
Product dimensions: | 5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.90(d) |
About the Author
Mark Victor Hansen is a co-founder of Chicken Soup for the Soul.
Hometown:
Santa Barbara, CaliforniaDate of Birth:
August 19, 1944Place of Birth:
Fort Worth, TexasEducation:
B.A. in History, Harvard University, 1966; M.A.T. Program, University of Chicago, 1968; M.Ed., U. of Massachusetts, 1973Website:
http://www.jackcanfield.comRead an Excerpt
Finding Love Where You Least Expect It
Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary.
Mark Twain
'I can't believe you're making me do this,' I yelled downstairs to my mom as I hopped on one foot from my bedroom to the bathroom, trying to fasten a sandal.
'Just go and have fun,' my mom called back. 'It's not like you have to marry him.'
Two weeks before, my mom had been in contact with a long-lost family friend. Our families had been neighbors until I was in the fifth grade. Coincidentally, they had a son who was one year older than I was.
In the course of catching up on the past ten years, my mom and his mom had arranged a date between the boy and me. (Although, at the age of twenty-one, he could hardly be called a 'boy' anymore, but that's the way I remembered him.)
I hurriedly dressed and brushed my hair (a little haphazardly, with low enthusiasm for my date), and I thought about the boy I used to know.
I remembered being told that when he was only one year old, he brought a baby gift to my mom the day I was born. I thought of an old photograph in my scrapbook, his arm around me as we waited to go inside church for Easter service. As an awkward ten-year-old, I hid behind my mom when he tried to talk to me.
I remembered him as a self-conscious twelve-year-old, with buckteeth and a round belly. We went to the same elementary school, and when we passed in the hall, I would lower my head and avoid eye contact, trying desperately not to be noticed. But he always spotted me and managed to embarrass himself with an awkward 'hello.'
What have I gotten myself into? I thought as I quickly coated my lashes with mascara and gave one final glance at myself in the mirror.
The doorbell rang. I heard my mom walk to the front door. I stood silent, listening.
'Well, hello!' My mom was full of hospitality and enthusiasm. 'It is so great to see you after all this time.'
He answered back with an uncomfortable and embarrassed voice. I rolled my eyes.
This is going to be loads of fun, I thought sarcastically.
The phone rang. It was my best friend calling to see if I had met 'my date' yet.
'No,' I said, 'but I hear him talking to my mom downstairs, and he sounds really dorky.'
Then I had an idea: 'Hey, why don't you meet us tonight? That way, if things don't go well, I'll have an excuse to leave and end the date.'
My friend was game, more out of curiosity than a willingness to help me, so we arranged to meet at a restaurant downtown.
I walked down the stairs, trying to plan a last-minute escape. Could I feign illness? Fall and break my leg? Run out the front door and hide until he finally left?
I followed my mom's voice coming from the kitchen and reluctantly walked toward the noise, dragging my feet as if I wore cement shoes.
As I turned the corner and entered the kitchen, I saw him immediately.
Has there been some mistake? I thought. He didn't look like the boy I remembered.
He was sitting at the kitchen table, across from my mom. He had impeccable posture, with broad, muscular shoulders. His face was tanned. His hair was dark and perfectly trimmed. His deep brown eyes glistened as he smiled at me. And his teeth—his glorious teeth—were perfectly straight (years of braces, I thought) and brilliantly white.
'Hi,' he said. 'It's nice to see you again.'
His face was beaming. A strange, unexpected electricity filled the air.
He stood to shake my hand. He was tall and fit, and well-dressed, too. He was confident and poised—so different from the shy boy I was expecting.
I was speechless. I stuttered and stammered a feeble 'hello' before shaking his strong hand.
Nervously I said, 'Uh, I think I forgot something.' I ran back up the stairs and shut myself in the bathroom.
My heart was racing. That was no boy in the kitchen—certainly not the awkward boy I remembered. He was a man—a very handsome, polite man.
Adrenaline filled my ears and made them burn. My hands were shaking. I threw open drawers and began redoing my makeup—this time with care and precision. I brushed my hair and straightened my dress.
Should I change clothes? I wondered. No, that would be too obvious, too weird.
I walked back downstairs, giddy with nerves and excitement. We said good-bye to my mom, and he put his hand at the small of my back to lead me to his car. I was shaking.
As we sat side by side in the car, I discovered his charm went far beyond the handsome smile and strong physique. Our conversation became effortless, with no stops or awkward gaps. We told stories from our childhood and laughed about the times we had been so nervous around each other. We learned we had a great deal in common, that our connection was deeper than the history we shared.
My friend met us at the restaurant, ready to save me from my blind date. But she wasn't needed.
'You can go home,' I told her. 'Things are great; I'm having fun.'
'Are you sure?' she asked. 'You hardly know this guy.'
'Actually, I've known him all my life,' I said. 'And I think I'm going to marry him one day.'
Two years later, I did marry him. And one year after that, we had our own little boy.
In our den, next to wedding photos and a picture of our son's first birthday, a photograph of two children—one three years old and the other four—hangs above the couch in an antique brass frame. The boy has his arm around the girl. They are sitting outside a church—he in his Easter suit and she in her new dress and bonnet. The girl is shy and looking at the ground. The boy has a twinkle in his eye. He is smiling at the camera, smiling at me as I walk past the picture on the wall.
Could it be, I often wonder, that the boy knew all along?
Sarah Smiley
©2007. All rights reserved. Reprinted from Chicken Soup for the Soul Love Stories by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen and Peter Vegso. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Publisher: Health Communications, Inc., 3201 SW 15th Street , Deerfield Beach , FL 33442.
Table of Contents
Introduction xi
Turtledoves Erin McCarty xiii
1 How We Met
Finding Love Where You Least Expect It Sarah Smiley 2
A Change of Plans Carol Bryant 7
Taking the Time Samantha Waltz 11
My Soul Mate Michelle Lawson 16
Romance Amid Turmoil Manny Gold 21
The Deposit Slip Tracy Kirk Crump 26
Forever Smile Ray Duarte 30
Blessings from Above April Smith Carpenter 34
2 The Power of Love
A Legacy of Love J. Jody Wilcox 40
The New Odd Couple Harriet May Savitz 45
One Soul, Two Bodies Arthur Bowler 49
Valentine Cindy Hval 51
Second Honeymoon Magic Suzanne Baginskie 54
Milestones Dayle Allen Shockley 61
Never Thought Sabrina A. Taylor 65
My First and Last Roses Stephanie Ray Brown 66
3 Gratitude
A Hand to Hold Stefanie Wass 70
Gotcha! And I'm Glad Peggy Frezon 73
The Precious Package Joyce Stark 77
A Man Has to Play Hard to Get Sometimes Joan Clayton 80
What's in a Name? Emily Sue Harvey 84
Circle of Love Sallie A. Rodman 88
A Little Scrap of Paper David McAmis 91
Through the Years Becky Povich 94
4 Overcoming Obstacles
With This Ring? Ken McKowen 98
Now, That's Love Barbara LoMonaco 101
Till Death Do Us Part-Again! Eva Juliuson 104
Some Assembly Required Paul James 108
Waiting on Wyoming Kathleen Partak 113
Tough Decisions Samantha Waltz 116
Crown of Commitment Janet Perez Eckles 121
I Love You Stephanie Ray Brown 125
First Kiss Jaye Lewis 127
Beware the Setting Sun Helen Kay Polaski 131
From Paw to Hand Heather Cook Lindsay 135
5 Through the Eyes of a Child
A Kind of, Almost, Sort of, First Date Arlene Uslander 142
True Love! Katie Knight 146
Northern Tissue Curves Samantha Waltz 148
Daddy's Home! Emily Sue Harvey 153
First Comes Love Jacqueline Michels 157
The Kiss Ferida Wolff 159
A Gift from Heaven Alison Kay Kennedy 162
6 Insights and Lessons
The Beauty of a Dull Glow Trina Lambert 164
Love Is Easy; Married Is Hard Sharon Melnicer 167
When the Right One Comes Along Patricia Smith 170
Fireworks Allie M. Hill 176
My Love Story Helen Colella 178
A Babe in Boyland Nancy C. Anderson 181
Love at Sixty Is Different Carol Duncan Sweet 184
Finding My Husband Again Saralee Perel 187
Watching from a Doorway Robert D. Russell 190
Romance Samantha Waltz 192
Marriage with a Firm Foundation Betty King 196
Love Endures, After All These Years Dayle Allen Shockley 198
She Had His Heart JP Shaw 200
7 The Power of Giving
His Trail of Love Notes Sandra Nevarez 206
A Space of Her Own Nancy Harless 213
A Love Story About a Ring Saralee Perel 217
Presents of Mine Marie-Therese Miller 222
Piano Love Donna L. Hull 226
8 Special Moments
When the Heart Speaks Julia Burnett 230
The Last Dance Joyce Laird 232
Magical Moments at the Old Yard Swing R. Goulet 236
Vegetable or Fruit? Paul H. Karrer 239
Gone with the Summer Breeze Amanda English 242
Who's Kissing Whom Now? Terri Duncan 246
I Struck Gold Joan Clayton 249
My Johnny Angel Mary Ann Bennett-Olson 251
On Lunch and Love Stefanie Wass 254
Stairway to Heaven Helen Kay Polaski 257
Have We Met Before? Sallie A. Rodman 262
Soul Mates Karen E. Rigley 265
The Magic Rock Stephanie Ray Brown 266
Stop the Car! Sandra R. Bishop 269
Who Is Jack Canfield? 271
Who Is Mark Victor Hansen? 272
Who Is Peter Vegso? 273
Contributors 274
Permissions 282