love is in a little blue box

I fell in love all over again this weekend. My boyfriend surprised me with tickets to see the New York City Ballet (at SPAC in Saratoga). The show was absolutely incredible. The athleticism, the artistry, the costumes, the choreography, the music... it was all spectacular. And as we were leaving the show, he pulled out a little blue box... not mistakenly, a Tiffany box. Okay, of course I went into total hyper-freak-out mode in the middle of the crowd. When I calmed down to open it, out popped a sterling silver ring (sans diamond), with the address of the Fifth Avenue store on the outside, my three initials engraved on the inside. Yes, I did fall in love all over again.

{Me & him at my prom this past May}

But it's not just the fact that I had all these surprises. It's the fact that the memory of the Ballet and the physical token of the ring will last forever- as well as an easy, relaxing weekend of laughing, nap taking, splitting a sundae, and spending much needed time together. I love my boyfriend very much so. I appreciate how much of an avid reader of my blog he is... even if he makes fun of it sometimes! Happy anniversary darling. <3

On another note, regular blogging will resume tomorrow. I have lots of free time on my hands, so expect half-decent posts. XXX sources- weheartit and my Dad