6 years ago today I walked through the doors of Gemma, an Italian restaurant in the Bowery Hotel downtown. I was meeting a boy. A boy that I had known 6 years prior. A boy that I had had seen once breifly in London and a second time in California. A boy that I once thought had slipped away.
That boy had found me after all that time and asked me to dinner.
When I saw him in Gemma the stars aligned. We sat at a small table, shared bites of dinner, a bottle of wine and 4 hours of conversation. I fell deeply into a place I had never been before, I knew that from that night forward my life would include him.
When I left he handed me a gift. A simply wrapped package with a pink bow. I didn’t open it in front of him, instead I hugged him goodbye and hopped in a cab. When I was safely 1 block away I ripped it open.
A single red rose. Perfectly painted on canvas. A single red rose that will live forever.
That boy is of course now the man that I am happily married to, the single red rose is the third best gift I’ve ever received (G1, G2 take first and second) and the most surprising gift of all time.
VC, thank you for always being full of beautiful surprises.
(the full story of how we met can be found here)