The Manhattan Miracle on 37th Street { Part 3 of 4 }

© Bockei & Me ~ Undine DeFilippo 2012

In the dozen years after the rainstorm,
I had attended college, traveled the US,
restored a National Shrine, modeled in NY
and long since filed thoughts of
the handsome man away.

I was 24, living in a walk up Studio
Apartment over an Italian Restaurant in
Manhattan and working for a
Motion Picture Production Company.

When the weather was agreeable,
I spent my Sundays, NY Times in hand,
at one of the many parks with my
3 yr old Alsatian Shepherd.  

It was on a day like that  I met the man
who was to become my husband.

Dom arrived to exercise his black shepherd
and asked if I'd like a cup of coffee from
the Deli across the street. 





We stood in the sun together, warming our hands around the paper cups as the two huge dogs
​happily lumbered in circles around us.  As if we had not seen each other in millennia,
we chatted until the city turned purple and gold. 
The now drowsy dogs by our side, we strolled up 37th. Street,
where we shared a spontaneous first kiss goodbye. 

Dominic always referred to the "37 th Street Kiss" as
the moment he knew we were meant to be together.

A year later our knot was tied.

TO  BE  CONTINUED... {  NEXT:  THE CONCLUSION ! }

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