A sketch of him sketching me.  So strange.  In my last post, I wrote about giving unexpected gifts.  I mentioned how I used to draw the portraits of my friends and surprise them with it.  Three days later, a new friend arrived at my house to spend time with me before my move and, out of the blue, asked if he could draw me.

We pulled out my art supplies and sat on opposite ends of the couch facing one another.  Every few moments, we would both look up at the same time, staring at one another’s face, and smily shyly.  He giggled when, after nearly thirty minutes of impassioned sketching, he “ruined” it.  Actually it was beautiful.  Granted, I looked about twenty years older, but the colors were so expressive and moving.  When I turned my sketchpad around and let him see what I had done, his eyes lit up.

My new friend, there is something about him.  This is the man I referred to as Andrew in “Taste of Love.”  He is healing from a situation much like one I faced years ago.  I realized that his real name has been rolling off my tongue for nearly a year, since before I met him.

More to come.