Blessed

The day I got home, Brennan picked us up from the airport. I ran so fast and hugged him so hard he almost fell over. We held hands the whole way home, he carried my very heavy suitcase up 3 flights of stairs, and when I opened the door, 

I saw THIS. 

I immediately started crying.

Then, as I began walking around our condo, I noticed that everything was 

SPOTLESS!

Even our second bedroom that I use as a closet, which was a total mess when I left. That room alone took him 3 hours. 

*crying harder*

On top of that, while I was gone my parents 

FIXED MY CAR!

About a year or so ago when Bren and I were still dating, it got hit and ran when parked at his parents' house. It got a huge dent in it that cost thousands of dollars to fix, and even though Bren and I have been saving up for it, we just haven't been able to afford it. My parents surprised me and said they were fixing it for my birthday. 

These past few days I have felt so blessed. Not lucky, but blessed. See, there's a difference: I think being lucky is by chance, and being blessed is on purpose. 

I don't know what I did to deserve having Bren as my husband. And no matter what he or anyone else says, I really don't deserve him. 

So the only thing I can do is learn from him, and try to be more like him. The number one thing he has taught me without saying any words at all is to be selfless. 

For example, when we're at the mall, he'll find a shirt he loves, and I'll say, "Get it get it get it!" And he'll put it down and walk away and say, "Nah, I'd rather get you that dress you loved in the last store."

Would I think to do the same thing in that situation? Sadly, probably not all the time. But I'm learning! And I think I have a pretty cute teacher. 

Sometimes we have to count our blessings to remember all that we have. But every once in a while, we have those days where we don't even have to look for our blessings because they are so big they're staring us right in the face. 

I love those days.