Dear Tuvia,

This is what I remember…

We are walking on Bloomfield St. in Hoboken after a holiday dinner at Ami’s and a short visit to the synagogue.  We are walking together, breathing in the fresh fall air, still without jackets.  Well you are waring your dark blue suit,  but it’s part of your life’s MD uniform.  I am trying to keep up with you in my heels and not go splat on the pavement. I secretly vow never to wear shoes like these again with you, especially when I’m now towering over you and even though you don’t say anything, I’ m getting to know you as we are getting  to  the celebration of our first year together in one week, when we’ll break the Yom Kippur fast again. But for this form-fitting midnight blue velour dress I’m wearing, higher is more sophisticated.  And it was your request.  I couldn’t refuse.

Our first Roshashanah and maybe the best one I can ever remember, especially this brisk walk to your car on this fresh fall evening.  We are a romantic couple on this high holy evening.  We walk in step, in the same rhythm now that I’m sure I won’t trip and ruin my sophisticated look.   You gently take my hand in yours and I want us to be together forever.  It’s not a night that needs to be frozen with a camera… I know I will always remember this moment…

As we get closer to the car, I am tearing up in our shared silence.  Maybe this is the best moment of my life.

Bonnie S.