This would be a sweet Valentine's Day remembrance, except that it didn't happen on that day.
It must have been spring or summer because my bedroom window was open, and it was probably mid-evening, because it was dark outside, and my light was on.
Suddenly. . . What is that? Someone strumming a guitar outside my bedroom window. Then a sweet baritone began singing a love song in Spanish.
I went to the window and called out "Roberto? Roberto?" The singing continued, then my then boyfriend (later husband) appeared at the window. Well, he could barely carry a tune in a basket, and I knew for sure that he couldn't play the guitar. Then. . . who?
Yes, Stan had persuaded Roberto, a friend from Mexico, to serenade me at my window. Wasn't that romantic?
Bless
It must have been spring or summer because my bedroom window was open, and it was probably mid-evening, because it was dark outside, and my light was on.
Suddenly. . . What is that? Someone strumming a guitar outside my bedroom window. Then a sweet baritone began singing a love song in Spanish.
I went to the window and called out "Roberto? Roberto?" The singing continued, then my then boyfriend (later husband) appeared at the window. Well, he could barely carry a tune in a basket, and I knew for sure that he couldn't play the guitar. Then. . . who?
Yes, Stan had persuaded Roberto, a friend from Mexico, to serenade me at my window. Wasn't that romantic?
Bless