Six years ago this weekend, my now-husband whisked me away
to New York City for a weekend of good food, good theater, and good
conversation. We even shopped for my engagement ring that weekend – at Tiffany’s!!
(We didn’t buy it there, but it was fun to look.) We had hoped to see Phantom of the Opera, but due to a
stagehands’ strike that closed pretty much every show on Broadway, we ended up
seeing the Met’s absolutely spectacular production of The Magic Flute at Lincoln Center. We ate at Ellen’s Stardust Diner
and Maxie’s Deli. We took in the city skyline from the Top of the Rock at
Rockefeller Center. We had cocktails overlooking Times Square. We strolled
through Central Park. We asked friendly strangers to take our picture.
Despite the brevity of our courtship (we met in September,
got engaged on New Year’s Day, and were married in April), I have many wonderful
memories of that special time. But that first trip together, the one that made
me even more certain that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man –
THAT is the most special memory of all.
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