Thirty years ago my husband asked me to marry him. Where? At the airport! He met me at the airport after a family trip, and he suggested we have dinner in what was then a steakhouse overlooking the tarmac. At the end of dinner, just before dessert, he surprised me with a small velvet box – containing a ring – and he asked me to marry him.
Here (below) is a photo from last month, commemorating our engagement, when we were traveling on vacation. The steakhouse restaurant has been replaced by an enormous food area, including Anthony’s (gourmet fish house). Here we are! Same place, same couple. Together still!
Of course, I said “Yes.”
Are you still doing our #productivewriter project? Kudos! I took a reader suggestion this week to write a letter to a specific story rather than a letter to my writing in general. And voilà! – That helped me to find out a way to progress the story when I was stuck.