Hi there ❣️
If you ask any one of my grands what their favorite bedtime story is… it’s not a book.
It’s the story of how Gigi met Grumpa 💛
No matter how many times I’ve told it—and trust me, it’s been a lot—they still ask for it every single time they spend the night. Even my oldest, now 12, still says, “Gigi…tell us your story.”
So I thought…what better way to introduce myself than to share the very story that means the most to our family.
This is the story of how it all began…
When I was in junior high, I used to ride the bus to school. I would ride all the way to the end of the line, and every morning there was this boy…
He would come running out of his house, jump over the hedge, run across the street, and hop on the bus—then go sit right next to the most popular girl in the whole school.
They would laugh and giggle and tease each other all the way to school.
And me? I would always hope he would sit somewhere in front of me… so I could watch his wet hair bounce and flow as the bus traveled along 😊
One day I had to go to the library at school, and there he was—sitting at a desk reading the paper.
As I walked by, he looked up and said,
“What are you doing in here?”
I put my hand on the desk, looked right at him, and said—
“I came in here just to see you!!!”
And just like that… he was gone.
(I always stop right here when I tell my grands and say—I have NO idea why I said that! I was not that kind of girl at all! Heehee 😊)
A couple of days later, I was walking across our driveway when a big green muscle car pulled in.
There was a girl driving—and that same boy sitting in the passenger seat.
He rolled down the window and said, “Hi.”
I said, “Hi.”
Then he said, “There’s a Borah High School dance on Friday… would you want to go with me? We could double date with your friend Julie and my cousin Terry.”
I said, “I’ll have to check with my mom.”
So I went inside and found my mom downstairs ironing.
“Mom… there’s a boy outside asking if I can go to a dance with him Friday night.”
She looked at me and said,
“Well… you have to start sometime.”
So I went back upstairs, stood there with my hand on the door handle, trying to decide what to say…
And finally I went outside and said,
“Sure… that sounds fun 🤩”
He smiled and said, “Great—we’ll pick you up at 7:00.”
Friday night came, and I’ll be honest… I was a little disappointed.
He showed up wearing his big clodhoppers and his hash jeans 😄
So when we got to the dance, he couldn’t really dance in those big boots! We mostly sat in the bleachers watching everyone else.
But… we did share a few slow dances 💛
At the end of the night, he opened the car door for me and gave me a little kiss…
It was the most tickly kiss I had ever had (more on that another time… Ha! 😄)
On the way home, my friend Julie suddenly announced,
“I don’t want to ride—I want to walk!”
Since she was staying the night at my house… I had to walk too.
So there we were, walking home in the dark—while the boys followed us in the car, shining their headlights so we could see our way.
The next day was Saturday, and then Sunday after church, the phone rang.
It was him.
He said,
“I’m going to the elementary school to fly a kite today… do you want to come?”
I said yes, jumped on my bike, and met him there.
We spent the whole afternoon flying kites 🪁
Around 5:00, Great Grandma Gini drove by and called out,
“It’s time for dinner! You have homework—it’s a school night! Time to come home!”
The next morning, I got on the bus… rode all the way to the end…
And there he was.
Running out the door.
Jumping the hedge.
Crossing the street.
But this time…
He got on the bus…
And sat by me.
I wasn’t sure what he would do. We were only in junior high, and we had gone to a high school dance… maybe he didn’t want anyone to know.
But the whole bus started whispering—
“Why is Scott sitting by Kathy?”
“Why is Scott sitting by Kathy?”
We just sat there… looking out the window… smiling… not saying a word 😊
Later that day, I was at my locker when one of my friends came up and said,
“Scott Weber is standing right behind you.”
I was so nervous to turn around.
But finally, I closed my locker and turned…
He smiled and said,
“Hi.”
I said, “Hi.”
Then he said,
“Can I take your books and walk you to class?”
I said yes.
And as we walked down the hallway… he reached over and took my hand.
Everyone stopped.
Everyone stared.
And all you could hear was whispering—
“Are Scott Weber and Kathy Allen a couple?”
“Are Scott Weber and Kathy Allen a couple?”
And that… was the beginning of that 🥰❣️
This February 12th marks 48 years since our very first date 😎😍❣️
And now, our greatest joy is the life and memories we’re building with our grands—one joyful adventure at a time 💛
~ GiGi Will L💝ve You Forever, Like You for Always,
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Love this. So lovely to “hear” your voice. More re-created snapshots please!