NYC in the Fall

My friend over at Lady in Waiting recently wrote a post that is so magical and beautiful that I had to share it with all of you:

"Lately, I have come to the conclusion that I am much too romantic for my own good. Truly, it is pretty bothersome at times. I can be in a middle of a conversation, but in my mind be ruminating over anything in the conversation that triggers my "romantic" tendancies. Case in point:

Friend: "so, I just wasn't sure. I mean, a honeymoon to NYC would be so awesome, but I was thinking somewhere more private, secluded. Like a beach or a country house."

Me: "Yeah, but can you imagine how beautiful it would be to see the colorful leaves and the shops dressed for the holiday?"

My mind: Are you kidding?! NYC in the Fall would be the cat's pajamas! They could take bike rides or walks down to the local coffee shop and sit and read books, or they could walk around central park and discuss God or Thoreau's essay on nature--they could roller blade! They could make conversation with the random people painting, taking pictures, or even the homeless people. They could dress up and go to the theatre and go out for wine after. They could buy flowers from a flower stand and put them in a cracked ceramic mug back at the apartment. They could go ice skating and watch the tree be put up, they could explore the ginormous mall and pretend to be a newly engaged couple at Tiffany's just to gawk at the rings. They could go back to the apartment and watch old movies and order chinese and eat from those little white boxes. They would have to buz the delivery boy from the intercom thingy in the apartment- fun! I have always wanted to do that. He arrives. "A-woah. I hev a chineese foowd dewiverwy." excitedly jump up to push the button. act nonchalant. "Ahem. Uh, yeah, okay, come on up." Push hair back. Apply chapstick. Smooth clothing. He is your first delivery boy, after all....." To read the rest of her post, check out this link: http://rebekahraespear.blogspot.com/2011/11/recognizing-romance.html