e.s.


And now, a little from the pen of e.s. written in a book given me just after I left on a mission to Taiwan. The other side of sweetly since. Figured it fair to let him tell it himself.

"In this book I want to record the complex history of...well, us. The story, if you will (and I hope you will). So just warning you, handwriting will be sloppy, there will definitely be words crossed out, perhaps entire paragraphs. It will be completely subjective. Don't feel pressure to read it all in one swoop { For the record, I did.} I will try to break it up into events, so you can flip to any page and remember.

So buckle up for a crazy ride. The completely unreasonable, serendipitous, divinely guided proccess of events that lead to Eric and Brinn.

1. Beginnings are always beautiful. Puppies, babies, dreams, airplane rides--they are always beautiful to me. So it was when I first met Brinn Elizabeth. I guess we can't start there. It would have to start sometime in high school, when we sort of unconsciously, passively passed in front of each other's eyes. Who knows when? It had to have happened a few times, causing the more courageous of the two, Brinn, to speak to me one quiet day in the TSC. In reality, it probably goes back farther and deeper than we can possibly comprehend.

For us it did not start in highschool. I wonder what would have happened if we had met in highschool. Well, it didn't happen so we will move on to what did.

My roommate Brady and I were walking somewhere, I believe a concert of some sort, and I saw a girl whom I had glanced upon many various times throughout the previous semester. I had seen her multiple times and was surprisingly intrigued and taken back by her. There was something different about her presence. I sensed her waters ran deep.

I would think about her surprisingly much for a girl I had never met before or even exchanged words with. Every time I saw her I would hope she would glance my way, but it seemed she never would. She seemed so untouched by the flowing world around her, and the fact that it seemed she did not even notice my existence intrigued me more.

What was it about her? Dark eyes, long dark hair, appeared to be outdoorsy, carried a violin. All these things were cool, but there were plenty of girls like that. What was it about her?

Well, back to the story, I saw her walk past, and watched, and suddenly Brady said "Hey that girl went to Skyline." "No way!" I said, "What's her name?" "Brinn" he responded. I think he could tell by my response and expression I had great interest in this person. So Brady, being Brady says "Go talk to her Chip! C'mon, go do it!" I, not being a victim of peer pressure, did not, using the excuse that it was too late, for she was already walking out the door."

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