I first walked past its ornate doors and bright entrance as a curly-haired, little girl.
I was visiting Boston with my parents, and as I passed the Omni Parker House Hotel I knew that someday I would stay there. I was captivated by its richness. Its history. By the quick, toothy grins of smartly-dressed bellhops who greeted the guests entering and exiting.
And I knew that someday the doors would open for me, even if just for one night.
I suppose I may have mentioned this dream to my husband in the past, but I didn’t think he paid it that much attention. So when he took a detour on our way home from the White Mountains, and I found myself in Boston, I still didn’t have a clue as to where we were headed.
And trust me, he was loving every minute of my cluelessness.
“Where are we going?” I kept asking.
First stop, was Sweet… a delightful cupcake shop, where Nate bought me a pumpkin cupcake.
It was perfect, each tender crumb full of pumpkin, cinnamon and nutmeg flavors. Topped with a fluffy cap of frosting, it sent me to cupcake heaven. 🙂
It made me realize that window-shopping, when cupcakes are concerned, is completely overrated. You really do have to go in and buy one… Trust me. You won’t regret it. Cupcakes just make life extra sweet.
And then, Nate and I walked through Quincy Market, taking in the sights and wonderful smells.
After which time, Nate took me back to the car… just to grab our suitcase. Because we weren’t going home.
He was going to make a little girl’s dream come true. (to be continued…)