A portion of the bouquet I got from Amy Monday night.
Twenty-five years ago I took the GRE exam. I know what you're thinking - how the devil does she remember that? Well, that day turned out to be a turning point in my life, though not in the way you might think.
The day started with the GRE, which I took at MIT. I don't remember much about the test itself, though I did score fairly well including acing the logic portion scoring 800. I didn't take a subject exam so I was done at noon. My two best friends, Amy and T, met me and we spent the rest of the day playing. We went to the Children's Museum, had dinner out, and took in a movie (I don't remember which movie).
T retired early, victim of a migraine. Amy and I stayed up all night talking, sitting close together. Well, mostly we talked. At some point in the wee hours of the morning we shared a very light kiss. Neither of us expected it, and though I initially wanted to run away, Amy wouldn't let me (sometimes her stubborn streak is a good thing).
Twenty-five years have passed since that day. We still talk late into the night, and we still kiss, and we are still very much in love. And each year we celebrate the day that changed our lives. (It was also the night when "it's not morning till you get up" was born.)
Our celebration has just begun. After work yesterday we went out for a wonderful leisurely dinner at 51 Lincoln in Newton. The food was yummy. The company was superb. Next week we head to San Francisco to celebrate.
The day started with the GRE, which I took at MIT. I don't remember much about the test itself, though I did score fairly well including acing the logic portion scoring 800. I didn't take a subject exam so I was done at noon. My two best friends, Amy and T, met me and we spent the rest of the day playing. We went to the Children's Museum, had dinner out, and took in a movie (I don't remember which movie).
T retired early, victim of a migraine. Amy and I stayed up all night talking, sitting close together. Well, mostly we talked. At some point in the wee hours of the morning we shared a very light kiss. Neither of us expected it, and though I initially wanted to run away, Amy wouldn't let me (sometimes her stubborn streak is a good thing).
Twenty-five years have passed since that day. We still talk late into the night, and we still kiss, and we are still very much in love. And each year we celebrate the day that changed our lives. (It was also the night when "it's not morning till you get up" was born.)
Our celebration has just begun. After work yesterday we went out for a wonderful leisurely dinner at 51 Lincoln in Newton. The food was yummy. The company was superb. Next week we head to San Francisco to celebrate.
2 comments:
congratulations! and have a great trip to CA!
SWEET. (and thanks for the kind comments re: Each Stone)
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