Asking to Prom

Lizzy got asked to Prom 5 times.  Kind of a record over here. It was so sad for her to have to turn down young men that were just an hour or two late.  Most of the boys asked on Monday. Late Friday night someone rang the doorbell.  Lizzy was home alone, scared, and called me to ask what to do.  I told her not to get the door.  When I got home, there was the cutest young man at the door with a guitar ready to serenade Lizzy.  He was number 5.  No one had the heart that night to tell him she had already been asked.  He played the guitar and sang a song asking her to the Prom on our doorstep.  How adorable!