Girl Meets Boy – A Love Story

Once upon a time there was a little girl.  We will call her Girl.  When she was in the third grade, she fell in love with a little boy.  We will call him Boy.  He was a nice boy and lots of girls in the third grade liked him.  We will call those other girls Others. 

Boy took turns “going out” with Girl and Others.  He would “go with” one for a while, they would break up and he would “go with” another one for a while.  He wasn’t being mean, he was being fair.  It was the third grade after all and he was very popular.   

Girl would take it particularly hard when Boy wasn’t “going with” her.  Sometimes she would come home and cry, saying “Boy doesn’t like me.  He’s going with one of the Others.  That hurts me.” Her sister, called Sister, would say, “Don’t worry, Girl.  One day you will knock his socks off.”

That year for Christmas, Boy bought Christmas presents for Girl and Others.  He bought necklaces.  One of the Others got a Strawberry Shortcake necklace, another got a CZ chip necklace and Girl got a Smurfette necklace.  Girl was overjoyed with her gift.  She called Mother at work and worried the mess out of her until Mother agreed to take Girl shopping for a Christmas gift for Boy.  They had to go right away.   

After much deliberation in the toy aisle of Wal-Mart, Girl decided on a Donkey Kong piggy bank.  Girl got home with her gift and insisted that she wrap it herself.  She labored over it for a long time, her tongue poking out in concentration.  There was a lot of tape on it, a lot of air between the layers of the wrapping paper, and she finished it off with a Styrofoam glitter-covered heart that she ripped off one of her headbands. She stuck it on the gift with a stick pin and was determined to leave it there even though it kept popping off because of all of the air in the wrapping paper.  Mother drove Girl over to Boy’s house very late because Girl would have it no other way.  Boy loved the gift and all was well.

Time marched on.  Boy and Girl would “go together” for a while and then would break up and then “go together” again.  Eventually, though, Boy and Girl grew up and moved on to other boys and girls.  They became interested in other things and although they were friends, they no longer “went together.”   

One day, after Boy and Girl became Young Man and Young Woman, someone threw a party. We will call the party a Class Reunion.  Young Man and Young Woman both attended the Class Reunion and while there, discovered a mutual affection for each other.  They began dating and from the first date, were inseparable.  After some time, Young Man bought a ring, offered it to Young Woman, and Young Woman accepted the ring.  They began planning a wedding.

Young Woman made sure that she had something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue for her wedding day.  They said their vows, Sister cried, Mother cried, everyone cried, and as Young Woman walked down the aisle a married woman, she showed Young Man her something blue.  She had kept the Smurfette necklace Boy had given her in the third grade.  It was in her jewelry box the whole time.  The chain had broken and the metal had tarnished but Girl pinned that Smurfette to the inside of her dress and wore it proudly to say “I do.”   

Sister cries every time she tells that story. 

This is not my story but I am Sister.    Martie and Coach, Girl and Boy, will be married 13 years next month.  I guess you could say now they “go together” all the time.  Isn’t that the best love story?  Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!  I wish you a nice love story of your own.

7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sara
    Feb 14, 2012 @ 21:33:13

    That’s the sweetest story I’ve heard in about…ever. Congrats to Mr. & Mrs. Coach.


  2. Woney
    Feb 14, 2012 @ 22:00:23

    Just when I was being all cynical, this gem came into my inbox. Thank you, Jimmie for reminding me that love does happen. Happy Valentine’s Day to you. And Happy Valentine’s Day to Martie and Coach. Here’s to another 13 years, and 13 after that, and after that….


  3. Auntie Anne
    Feb 15, 2012 @ 07:16:04

    What a charming story! Happy Valentine’s day to you, too. This weekend, my junior high school best friend and her husband will visit us. We need to snap some lively pictures of them to send their son, who is putting together an album of memories for their 50th anniversary this April. They met not in 3rd grade but as freshmen in college–still a good run. Sometimes it works. Save your story for Coach and Martie’s 50th album. XO


  4. Madre
    Feb 15, 2012 @ 07:37:52

    Still brings happy tears to my eyes ! Aren’t they special.


  5. Bootsie
    Feb 15, 2012 @ 10:43:35

    So sweet! It brought tears to my eyes too!


  6. Martie
    Jul 14, 2016 @ 08:14:05

    Not sure how I never commented on this, but I love your telling of it. And, I just got tears in my eyes reading it again. Second honeymoons might make me sappy…


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