chapter three: becoming best friends

So. Now I'm in Connecticut enjoying my new job as a personal chef. I had worked in Greenwich before and in the fall it is extraordinary. I also loved the three children I was cooking for, as I had been their nanny in years previous. Life wasn't bad, and I was getting into the groove but I wondered in the back of my mind what might have been with Aaron if I had stayed home. I just really felt when I left that for some reason we weren't ready for something serious with one another. We needed to develop our friendship.

Aaron was good about sending texts throughout the day and calling every night. We talked about everything and anything on Facetime and it was nice to have someone call and check in with me everyday, even if from a distance...especially someone as handsome as he is.  We read the Old Testament and discussed Conference talks together. We challenged each other. Aaron had started a book club with me in the summer and we had read The Book of Mormon. As we completed books, we would reward ourselves with special dinners. A fun tradition. It was nice to have someone to discuss spiritual topics with, and to complete reading goals with.

We also started sending packages to each other, just for no reason. One of my favorite's that Aaron sent was based off of a quote that I posted on Facebook. The quote said, "Women aren't complicated. They just need to be told their pretty and eat chocolate!" Aaron picked up on that and sent me a large Hershey bar and a card that said, "You're Pretty".  He's very sweet, but why is he saying this to his friend that he's decided not to date because she lives 2500 miles away? This was in November 2012 and I started to wonder if we really had something more than just a friendship and a summer fling. Could this really be something special?

Earlier that week, Hurricane Sandy had hit the East Coast and the very town where I lived. That same weekend, my father was in the hospital with another stroke related problem and then suffered from a heart attack. Both the Hurricane and my dad being sick were heavy on my mind and heart. I ached to see my family, just to know they were ok and to be near them. I had a plane ticket for Christmas and was looking forward to that. Aaron was there to comfort me through all of it. He was quickly becoming my best friend.

Fast forward one month. It's time to fly home for Christmas, and I still didn't know what in the world was happening with Aaron. Are we just friends? Are the activities we planned on Christmas break dates, or are we hanging out as buddies? Why does he call me every single day if we are not in a relationship? Do all men do that? These were just some of the questions going on in my head as I boarded the plane.

Keep checking back to find out what happened next!