“Sometimes the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary, simply by doing them with the right people.”
~~ Nicholas Sparks
On Monday nights one of my dearest and closest friends, Will, comes over. He has almost every Monday night since I met him over ten years ago at a big gay bonfire. Well, almost every there was gay, not the bonfire itself.
On Monday nights my husband usually makes dinner.
On Monday nights when my husband is out of town Will and I go see movies (or watch NetFlix) that my husband would never ever want to see. Will even watched Big Joy!—one of my favorite—even though I don’t think he really got into it at all.
On Monday nights it’s okay to snuggle with someone (Will) besides my husband because it’s all right. We’re the best of friends and gay men get to reject the idea that men aren’t supposed to express their friendship that way.
We are three bears (or two and an otter) all cuddled up and watch our television while our dogs Sarah Jane and Oliver walk all over us—back and forth and back and forth—making sure they can get all the attention and ear scratches and belly rubs they can get.
And now that I have to work on Mondays and come home tired and maybe a little stinky…
…and a husband and two delirious dogs (“Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home!”) and a best friend and a hot meal and cuddling is a pretty nice situation to come home too.
I am very and extremely grateful for Monday nights.
And I most certainly do not take them for granted!