Last night at dinner, I remembered something really funny, but kind of strange. I don't know why I remembered it, but I will tell you about it!
Once upon a time Matt, Ryan, and Richard were all at my house to watch a movie. The next day was Sunday, so I needed to shower. We paused the movie to wait for Richard and I went to shower. I tried to fast, and that was evident in my shaving job. I didn't notice that I had cut myself so badly until after I was all dressed and could see that the blood had dripped onto another towel that was on the floor.
It was gushing. I couldn't move because I didn't want a trail of blood following me. So I opened the door and called for Matt. He came to my rescue and I asked him to get me a band-aid. A few seconds later, he was standing in the doorway of the bathroom opening the band-aid to put it on the back of my ankle for me.
Now I'm sure that you're wondering why this random experience popped into my head. Well, I have decided that the whole thing was really kind of cute and sweet. It doesn't seem like a big deal, and it really wasn't, but in the end it's the little things that matter. From that little experience, I knew that Matt would always take care of me. He will kiss my physical wounds better and then put a band-aid on if needed. But he also takes care of the emotional wounds. Just a few days after the shaving accident, I was sad and crying. Matt knew that he just had to hold me, and that is what he did.
Oh how I miss that boy.
1 comment:
Don't worry everyone, I didn't kiss her bloody ankle better, but I did put the bandaid on it.
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