Monday's are my day to be a geek and watch Stargate with my friend, Andrew. I relish that time--not only because it's when I get to be myself completely, but also because it's when I get to spend time with him (we're both busy people, so we don't see each other a whole lot.) Many a word of wisdom has he shared with me when I'm stressed or worried about something. Anyway, after we're doing watching it's customary for him to give me a hug. (Andrew hugs are the best because he's taller than I am.) Well, last night, while he was hugging me, he thanked me for a hug that I had given him earlier in the day. He had been on his way to lunch and I was just leaving the cafeteria and I gave him a hug (not sure why, except I think I was feeling like I needed a hug). Normally when it's not Monday night I have to ask for a hug, but this time it was like we both just needed a release from whatever burdens we were carrying. I stood outside in the wind with him for a good five minutes talking about a test he was worried about. I hadn't thought that that hug was good for him, though I knew it was good for me.
It's strange, being thanked for a hug. Stranger still that it came from him. But it's a good strange.
I stayed up with my friend Steph, working on homework. It was 3:58 bedtime. Yeah.
God Bless!
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