As each day passes I sometimes forget how fortunate I am to have such a loving family, a great job, a supportive boyfriend, good health (for the most part), a car and great friends. Sometimes I feel like I take things for granted and God always puts things into perspective for me. He knows that I need to be kept in check. When I first met Greg I was blown away by the little things that he did for me. He'd always open doors for me, pay for my meals, he was proud of me, he respected me, he wanted to hold my hand in public, he was always appreciative of every meal I made, every compliment I gave and the time that I spent with him (unlike the previous boyfriend). Sometimes I take it for granted that he treats me so well. I have to remember what it was like before Greg, and take in every little act of kindness that he gives me.
Last night was a prime example of that. I was getting ready to go work out at his place and right before I left I felt my nose run. I thought it was strange that I'd all of a sudden get a runny nose so I wiped it and went walking into the bathroom. It was when I glanced at my hand that I wiped with that I saw the blood. Greg knows that I don't deal well with blood. I started to panic and he got me a paper towel and I laid on the couch. He was there the whole time, rubbing my feet, asking me about the progress. He stayed relatively calm which was good because it wasn't stopping and I was really beginning to panic. He got me paper towel number 2 after the first one was filled and he still remained calm. After a call to my mom and about 20 minutes of bleeding it finally stopped. After it stopped I felt extremely light headed and felt like I was going to pass out. Greg was constantly asking if I needed anything and if he could do anything to help me. Of course he did, he's the best boyfriend ever. :) So I said I needed food and he instantly knew I needed sweets (I didn't know that) so he got me some Oreos and milk and waited until I finished. He watched me the whole time. He said I finally got my color back and took my glass and went into the kitchen for awhile. He sat down with his own pile of cookies and milk and I laughed. I was like, "why didn't you eat them with me?!" And he said that he was too worried about me. He wanted to make sure I was okay before he had his own. Before I fell asleep I thanked God for the man he blessed with. Greg has been an answer to all of my prayers. He is everything I need and more. I never thought I could be so incredibly happy in my life. We laugh until we cry, he comforts me when I panic or when I'm sick, and I can only hope that I give as much to him as he gives to me.
Sometimes you need a freak event like a bloody nose to realize how fortunate you really are. And I'm so thankful to have a guy like Greg.
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