I have this one buddy who knows probably more than he should about the darkness I keep hidden from others. I don’t like that he knows what he does…

…but I’m grateful at the same time that someone in my immediate world does because when the hug comes, it comes with a compassionate firmness that confirms that everything will be okay. I need that. We all do honestly.

But anyway, he texted me this morning asking what I was doing today and I shared that I would be having the grueling task of shopping for a winter coat. He asked if I had any place or style in mind, and I repurposed the line from my post here…”Just something that makes me feel safe and warm in its arms, and perhaps a little pretty.”

He flat out called me “such a girl” and wished me luck on my task today. But also added to tell him what I end up deciding on because he wants to know what kind of “arms” end up wrapping around me today.

He’s such a girl too. But I love him for it 🥹