Saturday night I was extended a great honor. I was asked to chauffeur Gemma and two of her friends to their first Homecoming Dance. What a great time! Stone, Gemma’s young brother was tapped as an escort for the ladies. He had the honor of opening the doors and getting the ladies to the school door. He did superbly once he got over his initial decision to not go.
The girls, like most fourteen year old freshmen, were giddy with excitement. Their exuberance was contagious. All three of the ladies, I can’t disclose names nor pictures because I do not have their parents permission yet, were beautiful in their evening attire. After spending much of the afternoon “getting ready”, whatever that involves, us guys don’t have a clue, they were finally ready for their big debut. Pictures and last minute retrieval of tickets and we were off, just fashionably late. Although they were all extremely excited they still displayed impeccable manners, repeatedly thanking me for driving them around. It was I who should have been giving thanks. It was a joy.
The following morning at church Gemma and one of her friends were still wound up. They both had to tell me how much fun they had and who danced with them and how much fun they had and …. You get the idea.