7th January 2012
For our last night in New York we have taken a trip in the dark to Central Park ice rink. This is already a special place for me, and as we look on through the railings people start to gather in the middle of the rink and the immortal words ‘will you marry me?’ are heard from the speakers. Had we arrived two minutes later we would have missed it, and as the bride to be bambis her way off the ice I can’t help feeling that this is why we dream. Our last full day couldn’t have had a better end.
For our last night in New York we have taken a trip in the dark to Central Park ice rink. This is already a special place for me, and as we look on through the railings people start to gather in the middle of the rink and the immortal words ‘will you marry me?’ are heard from the speakers. Had we arrived two minutes later we would have missed it, and as the bride to be bambis her way off the ice I can’t help feeling that this is why we dream. Our last full day couldn’t have had a better end.
No comments:
Post a Comment