This week I had such a fun blog post lined out. I was going to film my Tuesday and make a little "Everyday Vlog" out of it but as you can tell, that didn't happen. I struggled with what to post this week a lot, honestly. I had plenty of creative ideas that kept coming to mind but none of them felt entirely right. I finally decided to what to write about around 20 minutes ago so here goes nothing.
Life is hard, y'all. This week has been hard. I had Monday off from my job so I went to the doctor for a check up and then just chilled out around the house for the rest of the day. It was mostly a day of doing laundry and watching countless episodes of How I Met Your Mother. Monday night, I came down with a stomach bug. I threw up all throughout the night and couldn't go to work on Tuesday morning.
So it's Tuesday morning and I'm finally getting some sleep. I wake up around 10 and I have a missed call from my boyfriend. Long story short, he had gotten into a motorcycle accident on the way to school. I rushed to the emergency room and got into his room where he greeted me with a little grin. He ended up breaking his fibula, needing stitches in his knee, and having some bad road rash. At the end of Tuesday, although I was still shaken up, I was so thankful to know that he was still breathing.
The rest of the week has followed in Tuesday's footsteps: exhausting and stressful. Despite that, this week has taught me things that I hadn't realized yet. It taught me that life is fragile and the people that I think are indestructible really aren't. It taught me that I take things for granted more than I should.
It also taught me a little bit about love. I've known love for a long time and I've known that I've loved my boyfriend for about four years now. I just didn't know the extent that it carried to. Seeing him broken and bleeding in a hospital bed reminded me that if he's gone, my kid's won't have a sweet, little cleft chin one day. They won't ever have those eyes that I love so much or the hair or the little ears or the sloped nose. I knew I loved him but I didn't know that I loved all those little things so much.
This week, I learned to be more thankful, to take things less for granted, and to love to the fullest that I possibly can.
