I was walking on the beach in Nice, France, during my honeymoon.
On the sunny beach, there was no sand but pebbles, polish rocks. I was amazed and somewhat impressed by this idyllic scenery when suddenly love rushed into my head: I must find a heart shaped pebble!
Between the waves, I started my quest. Within minutes, just like magic, it was there, calling for me, a heart-shaped stone! As the water revealed the jew, my eye and heart opened widely. Needless to say I jumped at it. Proud and happy I examined the stone, very nice and smooth ... but not perfect. I have wanted to give my wife the ideal heart, the perfect heart!
And so the quest continued. While the waves were rising more and more, the sun was growing stronger, that the stones were as abundant than stars in the sky... still no perfect heart! I must say, no heart at all! I spent the next three hours searching the sea.
I found some potential pieces, but nothing that could approached the first one. After exhausting and unsuccessful quest, all sweaty, I gave up the idea of inding the perfect heart. But than it hits me! Where is the Heart? I look around and felt it! It was secured in the bottom of my pocket. While the panic left me, I felt the wind hitting on my face just to say: "This time you got out fine..." I realized that Providence had just given me my wedding gift.
"It is not because the first heart was given easily that more will follow... Even after multiple efforts."
To this day, I often repeat this story to myself to remind me to love my wife with all the love she deserves and inspires.