Warning-this post contains many sappy romantic moments. If this kind of thing makes you roll your eyes and say "Good grief Charlie Brown!" you better leave now
I have always been a hopeless romantic. In second grade I would stand outside at recess letting snowflakes cover my hair and trying to catch them on my eyelashes daydreaming about the day I would be old enough to get my first kiss in all of the blustery beauty winter had to bring. All while all the other kids were running around like fools screaming "dandruff dandruff you guys have dandruff!!!" It's a good thing I married my husband because when it comes to romance, the man does not mess around.
I promised myself when I was little that one day I would get to New York City for the holidays. I needed to find out for myself if it was as romantic as it looked on the movies. When we moved to Boston almost a year ago, I knew this would be my year. I told my husband the only thing I wanted for my birthday was a trip to NYC and that is exactly what I got along with so many New York moments I will never be able to forget.
(We stayed at the Double Tree over in Rockefeller center. I definitely recommend that location. It is very central to everything and the subway was right outside of our hotel.)
I remember thinking that it would be an added bonus if it would snow while we were there, but I didn't get my hopes up. Wouldn't you know that the forecast changed and it snowed big fluffy flakes all day long. I was ecstatic. We did the normal touristy things while we were there, but when you do them around Christmas time everything is different. The entire city is dressed up in its Holiday best. We walked around and window shopped, admired the lights, dove in and out of stores and coffee shops to get warm, went to Rockefeller Center and admired the beautiful tree and all of its 45,000 lights, ate at our favorite restaurant where the manager bought our appetizer because we were all from the same place in Florida. I kept sneaking glances at my husband (who was figuring out the subway system like a champ) thinking to myself, there is no one I wold rather be sharing this trip with.
After dinner we walked to Central Park. The snow was coming down so hard with the entire skyline wrapped around us I felt like we were trapped in a magical snow globe. Justin took me to the top of this rock and when we got to the top he asked me to dance. So there we were in the middle of a New York moment I will treasure forever. I went to bed pinching myself because I could not believe what a perfect day we had.
New York is a magical place, but nothing quite measures up to being there during the holidays. It's busy, cold and most of the restaurants you really want to eat at are booked for months, but it is worth the hassle. I fell in love with my husband all over again during that trip. I loved how handsome he looked with snowflakes on his beard or how cute it was that he was always surprising me with hot cocoa to keep my hands warm while we walked around. The entire city was in love that weekend, everyone was holding hands and stealing kisses. I thought back to the times I wondered if NYC would be as magical as they made it seem on the movies and you guys, it was even better. All because I was there with my best friend.
If you ever have a chance to sneak away to New York for a quick weekend in December, don't even hesitate. Book your trip, grab your camera and spend the weekend getting into the holiday spirit with the one you love.
Thank you honey for making my holiday NYC dream come true. There is no one else I would have rather shred that moment with.
New York, I love you!