The day after D proposed, once I had regained my composure and stopped literally hopping around with happiness, we went back to Grand Central Station to take a few pictures. One-armed picture-taking with a DSLR is almost impossible, and our phones weren't up to the task in the dimly-lit station.
Luckily, we met the nicest tourist from Spain. His name was Fernando and he took pictures with our camera and with his (nicer, fancier) camera that he was obviously a little more comfortable using. They. Were. Stunning.
And then he sent us these pictures, along with the most eloquent email I think I've ever received. Puts my grasp on English to shame, even though it's my first (and only) language and he was obviously a native Spanish speaker.
As Fernando put it, "In a great display of serendipity, behind you there was a recently
married couple taking their own pictures. I didn't even notice this
detail until I saw the pictures in my computer. A premonition of the