Friends were here for dinner and stayed to visit. We all were happy to end things on the early side and find our beds at a reasonable hour. Just as jackets were gathered and good-byes said, Ryan got a call. Without hesitation, he donned sweater and shoes and was gone.
And so I gleaned all the inspiration from his sacrifice that I could and managed to wash all of the dishes. That done, I sat and read… and waited.
He’s not home, though. He’s happily, willingly still out there somewhere, talking with a young man who needs him. So I think I’ll call it a night, but just thought I’d mention out loud:
I’m very in love. I’m loved very well. And for that, I count myself well blessed.