The Simple Things

i have sat here for the last 30 mins trying to figure out where i wanted to go with today's blog.  Brandon and i have finally gotten settled into our room, our new lives and are ready to move forward together.  i couldn't think of a place to go with this, so i just sat and thought.  how great things are and how everyone these days take so much for granted.  sadly we forget how quick and easily it can all be ripped away from us.  

very few people today take the time to just sit back and enjoy what they have.  everyone moves forward trying to get the next best thing or stay on top of the hottest trends.  last night Brandon said something to me that i have preached to him since we met, it's not about what you have or what you can do, but about the little things in life.

we all try so hard in our lives or in our relationships, but we forget that the things people cherish the most are the little things.  those are the things people remember.  the things you go out of your way just to show you are thinking about them.

today i go on my 60 days of house arrest for a stupid DUI i got.  i'm not happy about it, but since meeting Brandon i have given up that life style and replaced it with the greatest gift i could ever have, him in my life.  he struggled all day yesterday to figure out stuff he and i could do together on my "last free day."  all i could think about was the money being spent and how it could be spent on my house arrest rather than going to a movie or out to eat.  instead we made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and chips and watched a movie.  i got to meet his cousin and we all just talked.  

after she left he just crawled into bed with me and said, "it's the little things huh?"  at first i was confused.  what did he mean?  i just looked at him and said, "yes.  they mean the most.  but what do you mean?"  he explained how with Bil it was always go go go never spending time together.  with me its not so much where u go or what u spend, but the time and the meaning behind that time that means the most.  he told me it's something he loves, but lost a long the way.  i told him that was all i wanted was to spend time with him rather than with the public.  holding him would mean more to me than a nice dinner or a movie.  all things we could do together at home.  

the memories you can create with someone last a life time.  no matter how small they are.  i would rather our memories, despite how few they may be, be spent together do stuff we love, rather than out with the public.  because on the day his CF does take him away, those will be the memories that will mean the most.  not the times we spent out in public, but the times we created something great together in our home.