The things we take for granted

Weekly writing assignment from Mama Kat: Describe something someone has done to make you feel special.

If you’ve been following this blog for any time (or you happen to know me in real life), you know that my boyfriend and I went through some very difficult months earlier this year. In fact, I called it quits for awhile. I won’t rehash that story now, but for this post it’s important to know that I broke things off and he had no reason in the world to do anything nice for me. But he did anyway…

Somewhere around the end of March, I came down with a pretty vicious virus. I couldn’t eat for two days. I literally threw up everything I tried to put in my mouth. (Disgusting, I know. Sorry.) I went to the doctor and was so weak after a shot of Phenergan that the nurse wound up driving me home. Around day three, I quit throwing up, but still felt absolutely awful. Kevin had been calling to check on me throughout the week. He sounded concerned, but I assured him I’d be fine. I just needed to rest. He kept asking if I wanted company and I told him no. He lived too far away to come by just because I was sick. And he didn’t need to chance getting whatever I had.

But he came anyway. He drove over an hour to bring me my favorite kind of Gatorade and some cream of potato soup – my favorite when I’m sick. He put it all away in my kitchen. Then, with hardly a word, he walked to the living room. As he sat down on the couch, he grabbed a blanket and told me to lie down. I laid with my head in his lap for who knows how long, while he sat there patiently playing with my hair so I could sleep.

Y’all, we weren’t even together. I had broken up with him – and according to him, broken his heart. Yet he still sacrificed his time and chanced getting sick to come take care of me. It made me realize just how much he really loves me, something I had questioned when we broke up. It made me rethink a lot of things. I realized that I took so many things he did for me for granted.

It was just shortly after this incident that I asked him if we could start over and try “us” again. I’m so glad he was willing to give it another chance, because things have been so fantastic lately. We’re really working on a lot of things and I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time.

Who knows what might’ve happened had I not been sick? Would I have realized how much he still cared? Would we have given the relationship another chance? I guess we’ll never know. But if those few days of Hell were necessary to get us to where we are now, then I’m so thankful for them.

Although, I’d be just as thankful if we’d reached this point without all the vomiting. Just sayin’.