The little things

There are many ways in which I'm a lucky girl.  I have a wonderful family and home, I'm living the life I want and I have an abundance of extended family and friends that I enjoy spending time with.

And that's just the big stuff!  I could go on all day about little, seemingly insignificant things that make my life amazing and special.

But today I want to mention one specific thing. Well, one specific person...

Bryant. 

I'm inclined to just do things myself and sometimes I forget that I can lean on him when I need a little extra support.  Not through any fault of his, I just sometimes get caught up in what I've got going on in my own life and I take him for granted. 

Yesterday I was forcibly reminded of just how blessed I am to have him.  I was washing a bunch of champagne flutes and wine goblets (we don't use them often, so they always need a quick scrub before use) and I shattered one.  A piece of glass gouged into my finger, leaving me bleeding quite a bit.  I yelled for Bryant and he came rushing to my aid.  He held a towel on my hand, applied a bandage and then cleaned the broken glass out of the sink.

It wasn't a huge moment; my hand is fine and I could have put a bandage on it myself.  I could have cleaned up the glass and calmed the kids fears.

But it sure was nice to know I didn't have to do it all myself.  I really should try to remember it more often.