the night of endless possibilities

Yesterday was supposed to be the night of endless possibilities.  Meaning.... regardless of the fact that I work a steady 9-5, I don't want to be the type of person who gets stuck on the routine of being in bed by 12.  So bright eyed and keen, I grab S by the shoulders and say enthusiastically, "let's stay up really late tonight and do something...we can do ANYTHING! Talk, rent movies, take a night hike, bake cookies, cause trouble....  I want to stay up all night and feel really gross tomorrow so that I remember I've had a good time."
Though he didn't share in my enthusiasm, S gave me an endearing smile, more happy at the fact that I was excited than over my actual idea.

And what a magical night it was.

It was the once a year moment where I caught a teeeeeeeny glimpse of his introspective sensitive side.  Far from being mushy or homo... it was just a real feel-good moment, where we just shared our respect for eachother.

Though we didn't end up doing anything out of the ordinary, or even staying up too late, I felt so refreshed and content.  I woke up this morning with a huge heart.

Today is a pink crayon kinda day.