El Torito is very exciting this evening.
My seven year old daughter Laura Jeanne
and I are having dinner alone in a grown-ups',
sophisticated restaurant. She is so pretty,
the candlelight tells me that she'll soon be a young lady.
And her soft eyes find surprise in each serenade.
I love her so.
She smiles slightly and turns to meet the guitars.
Between burritos and tacos, pigtails
and polka-dots, I discover how rich I really am.
