In yesterday's post, I chronicled our romp through Cambridge, MA, with our infinitely patient, fun, and creative photographer Leigh Miller. We had such a good time -- okay, Leigh and I had a great time, and Mr. HC amicably tolerated our wedding-related gabbing -- that by the time we were done traipsing through Harvard, the sun was rapidly descending, and we had to scurry to our final location. To conclude our shoot, Mr. HC and I thought we'd take Leigh to the most picturesque of Boston neighborhoods: Beacon Hill.
I wonder what Mr. HC was thinking here? I'd like to think it was, "I'm so in love with my fiance." More like it was, "Hmm, what totally inappropriate thing can I say next to make her crack up?"
Here we are in front of my favorite building in Beacon Hill. There's a corner apartment on the second floor of this building that has floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that I covet. Not that I'm stalking this apartment or anything. But if you live here, you might want to keep the curtains drawn.
This is our "let's rub noses" and be cute look. Miss Jay would be flipping out about my left hand, which seems to be have gone rogue, Cousin It style.
We dated for fifteen years. Could that sign be any more appropriate?