You know, when I met Jazzy it was my first day at the big, bad galleria. I remember walking into the cafeteria and it felt like high school all over again. Very clique-y with all the ate’s sharing their food along the corner booths. The jocks and bodybuilders were watching the game on t.v.. The cool kids always sat outside in the smoking section. I remember not knowing anybody at all – let alone where to sit. And from behind Jaz was like,
“Val, come sit here with me.”
And I remember thinking, whoa, how does she know my name? And maybe feeling a little embarrassed that I didn’t know hers yet. But I was like,
“ok, I’m just gonna go grab my food.”
On my way back from the refrigerator I find her pushing our two tables together to make we sat THISCLOSE to each other and how warm and fuzzy it made me feel after watching her do that.
She’d always extend the invitation to go running along Tumon after work so we don’t get stuck in rush hour traffic. Or she’ll remember what your favourite fragrance is and slip you a bottle from her allowance poorly wrapped in old newspaper in the locker room. But anyway, that’s just a testament to the kind of thoughtful character Jazzy has. People always talk about the elusive heart of gold, but Jazzy with her little gestures gives you a real glimpse of it.
Congrats to Jazzy and Fernan! We wish you guys all the love in the world, even though it was inside of you from the start.