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Miracle on Rockefeller Center. To be in NY for Christmas is magical.
But to be in front of the most famous Christmas tree in the world
with Fred is extraordinary.
Fred made reservations at Bocelli's,
this Italian restaurant in NY. Apparently it has this amazing
view of the Rockefeller Center's Christmas tree. Our reservations
were set for 5:45 pm on Christmas night. Just the two of us on
our very first Christmas together, not to mention we would be
celebrating our seven-month anniversary.
Like most experiences, I didn't
like my dress that night. My hair was not cooperating. AND my
panty hose was MIA. "I don't feel like going. Nothing is
turning out the way I want. Look at my hair. I don't have anything
to wear. Blah, blah, blah.blah, blah...
"You look wonderful Alice."
Fred said lovingly.
So we drove to New York to
celebrate our first Christmas together. He calms me while in
the car and I begin to feel better about my dress, my hair, my
make-up, and my nails.
We entered the fabulous New
York City; the city I used to call home. Tons of sparkling lights
and people all over are enjoying the beautiful Christmas displays.
The smell of chestnuts roasting on an open fire greets my nose.
Christmas in NY is special.
We make our way through the
crowds and turn the corner on 50th Street to the enormous 79-foot
tree all lit up in twinkling reds, blues, greens, and yellows.
Amazing.
We headed over to the lobby
at Rockefeller Center and Fred asked for George. George? Who
is this George? Fred told me that he was a friend of his colleague
who arranged a private tour of the magnificent tree for us. He
was also the one responsible for arranging for us the best table
at Bocelli's.
The wine that Fred so called
bought for our dinner was then passed on to this friendly gentleman.
"Thank you. You shouldn't have." All I could think
about was George has our special bottle of cheer.
Soon George led us through
the multitude of New Yorkers who were on hand to admire this
tree that night. Ooh, a private tour. Fred and I would bypass
the crowd and enter the gates that would separate the New Yorkers
and us almost 25 feet. I felt special.
George told us a few interesting
facts about the tree. The height and location. How many long
hours, days, weeks, it takes to put it all together. How exceptionally
full this tree was. We smiled and just stood here admiring its
brilliance. Soon George shook our hands and said to take our
time enjoying the tree. He left. I tried to stretch my neck as
much as I could to see the highest point when Fred asked me to
turn around.
There he looked into my eyes
and gingerly took out a white envelope. I watched intently wondering
what was happening. He opened the sealed envelope and then proceeded
to read the poem explaining the truth about that night. As he
read the poem entitled, "Alice," I began to cry. How
romantic and beautiful was this very moment. Tears the size of
ornaments fell down my cheek and everything was silent. We were
standing in front of the most famous tree and sharing our love
with each other in the cold. But I didn't notice the cold. I
felt warm inside as the tears kept flowing out. I listened to
each loving word that came out of this handsome man. So beautiful.
So special.
"I love you. Te amo. Wo
ay nee. Merry Christmas Alice T. Wong." at which point Fred
got down on one knee and ended with "will you marry me?
He then brought out this velvet blue box and opened it to reveal
this stunning ring that shone so brightly. The hundreds of New
Yorkers who stood behind the barricade cheered us on with delight.
I was completely overwhelmed by what just happened and lost all
senses for ten seconds. I looked at Fred with all my love and
was in my own world. I finally snapped to and realized that Fred
was still on his knee waiting for my answer. I said, "YesI
will marry you to the roar of the crowd. Cheers and tears came
from everywhere. I kissed this incredible man and held him with
all of my love. The crowd grew restless and cheered for more.
Fred whispered to me and said, "now let,s take a bow. We
turned to the patient New Yorkers and bowed with such thankfulness
and joy that they were a part of one of the happiest moments
of our lives. Thank you New York!
Fred and I left the well wishers
and headed back to the car. The car? Aren't we having dinner
in NY? Fred's only response was "Be patient. Everything
will be explained as the evening unfolds."
As we headed back to NJ I replayed
what just happened to me - to us - and started to tear up all
over again. As seven o'clock approached I asked Fred what kind
of restaurant were we having dinner at. He looked at me warmly
and said, "Just wait. It's a surprise."
We finally arrived. What no
Italian tonight? Bocelli's? We were at the Chinese restaurant
we frequently visited for dim sum and dinners. Ok we were going
to have a nice romantic Chinese dinner tonight. Well, that's
fine. I can always eat Chinese.
As I took Fred's arm I noticed
a stout figure through the glass doors. He resembled my Uncle
Johnny. "Why is my Uncle Johnny here?"
We opened the large doors and
my heart filled up one more time with incredible joy to see my
entire family (extended too) and his family and friends all standing
around with the most brilliant faces and complete happiness displayed
in a room. Fred presented me with a dozen deep red roses and
a loving card. Everyone offered their love and joy. You can imagine
my face now. Completely drenched I tried to look graceful and
elegant, but only had the ugliest face ever appeared as all my
emotions decided to come out all at once. I was surprised once
again and I felt the love. Fred's love. The love from all of
our family and friends. Most importantly the love from God.
We all entered this private
room and enjoyed a delectable 12-course feast of shark fin soup,
Chinese delicacies, chicken, steak, lobster, etc. I kept looking
at Fred and told him with my eyes and lips that I love him. He
had brought both of our families together to join us in this
very special moment.
I'm still thinking about the
night. I'm still shocked. I'm still smiling and my eyes still
well up. After all these years of patiently waiting for someone
very special to share my life with, I've been blessed with one
wonderful man. He is someone I've only known in my dreams and
my heart. But now God has shared him with me and I am so humbled.
Even when everyone had given up on me meeting someone so loving
and special, God was there to comfort me and remind me how He
will provide the desires of my heart if only I believe and trust
Him. Thank you Lord God. Thank you.
So I end and begin here with
my miracle on 34th Street. Rather, my miracle on Rockefeller
Center.
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