Central Park Engagement
I was back in New York for Thanksgiving and had been carrying my grandmother’s 1949 Tiffany engagement ring around in my coat pocket for days. My girlfriend and I hopped on the LIRR and went into the city for the day with her sister and her fiancé for the day…her sister lives in Philly, we’re back in Southern California — they barely see each other.
We took a walk around Central Park, stopping to sit by Bethesda Fountain. A jazz trio was playing Georgia on my Mind — the timing was perfect. I looked over to her, pulled out the ring, and asked her how she felt about marrying me. She accepted — the sisters cried together and then snapped a photo of us that framed the moment perfectly in time.
I’ll never forget that day — I look forward to showing my grandchildren the photo and telling them this same story someday…and who knows, maybe my future grandson will get the ring and have a chance to do the same.
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