A Perfect Ten

Yesterday marked ten years since kneeling across the altar, hand-in-hand, with the boy I picked to be mine for eternity.

To celebrate, I took the train into the city to meet up with The Mister. We ate a scrumptious dinner at Todd English's Ca Va then sat mesmerized as we watched Wicked (super shameful that it took us five years to get to the Gershwin).

Even in the pouring rain, the night couldn't be marred. It was perfect. Sort of like that boy I married ten years ago.