How we fell in love

I saw Roberto in passing in the dorm and we always gave each other a wave and a "hello". A couple weeks or so passed and I ran into Roberto again while hanging out in a friend's dorm room. He mentioned he didn't know how to do laundry and I said I would teach him! After all he did help me move in to my room.

We spent hours doing laundry (I guess that's what happens when you haven't done laundry for a few weeks) and had a great time talking... or trying to:) It was a combination of Spanish and English and everything in between. After that day we saw each other everyday. We would go to meals together with our friends, work out together and helped each other with our Spanish/English homework.

All of a sudden we were inseparable. I had a new best friend. Then something else happened. I was walking to class one day and I found myself laughing out loud about something Roberto had said earlier. I caught myself and thought people might think I was crazy laughing with no one around me. "Oh well" I thought and continued to have an enormous smile on my face walking to class, and then all of a sudden I had this warm happiness rush over me. I can pinpoint that as the moment I knew I was falling in love with Roberto.

I tried not to make it too noticeable because I wasn't really interested in a relationship and figured he didn't like me like that since he hadn't really "made a move". But that would soon change.

We went to a house party that weekend with a big group of our friends. We were all talking in a circle in the backyard of the house and Roberto was standing behind me talking to a friend. Unexpectedly I felt someone touch my finger very gently and a felt butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't looking at him but knew it was Roberto behind me. He then slowly put his hand in mine and we continued our coversation with other people like nothing was going on.(I later found out his friend actually did notice what he was doing and said "what are you doing" and he said "just keep talking"...all in Spanish of course)

Time passed and we knew we liked eachother but I wasn't trying to rush into a relationship. Then one day Roberto asked me to be his girlfriend. It was in "our room", a storage room that we studied in because it was the only cool place in the building. His speech went something like this: "Well I really like you alot I think you are amazing and funny and the most beautiful girl I've ever met,(insert nurmerous more compliments here) but I don't really know if I'll be here in 3 months or if I'll ever come back to the United States after December so you should know that, but do you want to be my girlfriend?" Me:"...UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....laugh....laugh...ugh" (think to self, "i love him")say: "I have to think about it". I mean what did he want me to say??? Well I made him wait three days and then said I would be his girlfriend I figured I didn't have anything to lose.

As you all may or may not know we did have to spend the month of December and then 4 months of that summer apart that year but Roberto came back here for school and we have spent the past 5 years loving every moment we are blessed to have with one another:)

How we met

On August 22nd, 2005 I was moving into the dorms at Michigan State. While I was checking in to get my room key my mom overheard the father and son in front of us speaking Spanish. She made a comment that I should get to know him (little did she know ha!) and also that he had a cute butt...I can't blame her I guess since we were behind him that was all she had to go on:)

Later that day that young man offered to help bring up my things including wood for a loft with my brother. My mom... again, being the out-going person she is, proceeded to try to explain what a loft was to these two men,.... I later found out that the conversation sounded something like the adults in a Charlie Brown episode to Roberto and his dad. They said to each other in Spanish: "Do you know what she is saying?" "No, you?" "No" "just smile and nod":).

I didn't really speak to Roberto much since I was all sweaty and in need of a shower... I was avoiding meeting new people. I did ask him where he was living and he was on the other side of the hall. I was standing there when my mom mentioned he should live on my side since it was the "la casa" floor, an all Spanish speaking floor. He looked at her with a "I wanna say something but don't have the words look" and then said, "Spanish, I know". We all cracked up. Even then I could tell he was a funny guy.