a song, or two, for my valentine

In the spirit of all things lovey dovey, I’m going to tell you all about our song.  Or more precisely, our songs.  Because my husband and I have two.

First up, SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME.

On our six month anniversary I took my then boyfriend on a date to a secret location.  Giving him directions as we drove from his place until we ended up in my parents’ driveway.  Naturally the guy was surprised ;).  Even more so when we walked down the path to the front door where a make-shift sign read “Café Balke” (a family joke that would take too much explaining!)  Upon knocking, a cute blonde waitress (my then 17 year old sister) opened the door in black skirt and white shirt, and escorted us to our table for two, set up out on my parents’ deck, glowing under the light of the moon, a hundred fairy lights and a candle.

The chef – my mum – whipped up a feast of my favourites - beef stroganoff and chocolate pudding - and then retired to the other end of the house.   

And as the musical strains of Gershwin poured from my old stereo through the open louvers of the sunroom and out over the deck, he asked me to dance, or maybe I asked him, I can’t remember.  But I do remember the song was Someone to Watch Over Me.  And while we slow danced on my childhood deck, with my family holed up watching the small TV in mum’s room, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

Our second song is MAKIN’ WHOOPEE.

Because the amaaaazing Frank Sinatra impersonator at the Brown Derby in Vegas, Bobby Barrett,  dedicated it to us on our wedding night.  Again we danced.  With the black and white checkered floor under foot, our favourite people laid back in elegant dark brown tub chairs around us, and that voice.  Magical. 

So what's your song?  I'd love to know!