Our Story from Start to Beyond the Grave: Christmas in July (37)

My love woke me up with kisses. Sure, beats an alarm clock. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. He said that he woke up around 5:30 a.m. and couldn’t fall back to sleep. He didn’t want to wake me up. He loved seeing me happy and peaceful all cuddled up next to me. It seems he was thinking a few things over during this time. Jace*—- explained that he wanted me to drive him to work, met his employees, and then I could drive the caddy around town for the day. That was so thoughtful of him. I was up in a rush to get presentable and off we went.

We arrived to his job about 5 minutes late, but it didn’t appear to be a problem to anyone. The guys were very polite and friendly. Especially Steve, he’s older and a family man. We chatted up a bit and then things got busy. I told them it was nice to meet them and that I would like to bring them back lunch, my treat. I had noticed a What-a-Burger on the way, so I took their orders and told them I would be back around noon. Jace*—- took me into his office and gave me a couple of passionate kisses. There was no time to play so I had to leave. It was great to see his workplace and his friends/employees. I had heard so much about his shop, job and the guys he works with, it feels like I know them. It was a trip to see my post card of the Hollywood sign in his window at the check in desk. There was little parts of me all over his office. Makes me happy to know that there are remembrances of me.

I left Midas slowly as I worry about driving other people’s cars. I decided to drive around San Angelo to see what it would be like to live there, although Jace*—- speaks of moving to Redondo Beach. It’s no secret that I’ve wanted to move from Cali since I was 17 years old. Just too many people there. As I was taking in the city, I came across a Starbucks. I was so happy. They told me that it had been built just recently and that it was the only one in San Angelo. I will put that on my check list. If I am ever here or get to move here, I will be able to get my Pumpkin Spice Latte in the autumn. I took my Latte and drove on around the town. I went by a Mall and a lot of free-standing stores. I came to a school zone, speed limit 15 miles an hour. People actually were obeying the law. You don’t see that happen where I live. I better start heading back to his job. I still need to pick up lunch and I don’t want to be late. I need to find my way and besides I am getting hungry. The last time I had What-a-Burger was when they had only one in California out in Oxnard. It has sense been closed. Before that it was in Albuquerque, New Mexico. It’s long overdue. I can’t wait to taste one of their yummy burgers. I got to admit, I got a little twisted around, but I got to the shop on time. The guys took their lunch and thanked me. They were working on cars so they did not eat with Jace*—- and myself. We went back into his Air-Conditioned Office to eat our burgers. We enjoyed our lunch and then he took me to see his “Shrine of Death,” which had the antlers from his hunts and a turkey wing from the time he “capped the Tom.” I kissed him goodbye and told him I would be back to pick him up after work

He walked me back to the Caddy, opened and closed the door for me, and kissed me goodbye. I decided I would go back to his apartment. I was a little tired from getting up so early. While at his home I watched television and seemed to be glued to the weather channel. It was so fascinating to see all the different kinds of weather in Texas. Jace*—- often said it was always wise to bring a jacket even in the hot summer, because you never new when in a drop of a hat that the weather could drastically change.

It was time to pick up Jace*—-, so once again I was on the road. As I rolled up to his shop, Steve waved as he drove out of the parking area. Everyone was gone. I walked into the shop just as Jace*—- came out of his office. He smiled, and said, “I’ve been waiting for this time of the day to come.” He hugged and kissed me. He told me he had something for me. This was a surprise. I followed him into the work area.  He led me holding my hand to his huge tool chest. It was the size of a very large double dresser, about 3 feet taller in height, on wheels. It was red, black and chrome. He was very proud of it. He took out his key chain and opened a locked drawer. He pulled out a box. He handed it to me and wished me a merry Christmas. “I know it’s July and I am late, but remember I told you I had something for you, but I didn’t want to send it through the mail. Now, open it and don’t say a thing. I hope you like it” he said. A little back ground on me. My first husband would go out after work at Christmas time or any other holiday, celebrations, etc., and say he was going shopping to buy me a gift. He’d come back sometime after 2 a.m. and tell me my gift was in the trunk of the car and I better not try to find out what it was. He would then say that he changed his mind and was going to return the gif t and get me something else. This would go on for a good month or more until the day came that he was to give me the present. Of course, there was never a present given to me. So, I truly had forgotten all about his Christmas gift. I opened it. It was a beautiful necklace with a tear drop pendant. Inside the pendant was a nice size diamond. It was beautiful. A tear dropped from my eye. He caught sit of it and asked if I didn’t like it or if I was disappointed. I looked up at him and said, “I love it and will cherish it forever. I gave him a big kiss and held him tight. Many of you have seen it. I wear it to this day. I am on my second chain. It never comes off only for medical reasons. He truly made me heart happy and I fell in love with him even more that day. It wasn’t the jewery. I really love it. But it was the sentiment and the fact that he gave me something the ex-had taken from me time and time again. He gave me trust and honesty. Both priceless gifts. Something I never had in a relationship.

Next day 4 in San Angelo.

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