Lucky Thirteen

Thirteen years ago tonight, my boyfriend took me out for a night on the town in Boston.  We went to dinner in the theater district and saw the Nutcracker performed by the Boston Ballet at the Wang Center.  Afterwards, he proposed to me in an office high above the harbor.

It was one of the coldest nights of the year that night, and I remember clutching my hand tightly in my coat pocket to be sure I wouldn’t lose my shiny new diamond ring.

I’m so glad he asked, and even more glad I said yes.