I’ve often heard about the little things in life meaning so much. But, like so many others, I am guilty of taking some of those little things for granted.

Little did I know how true that would be, when told I would need a hip replacement. I was about to find out how many everyday things I would not be able to do for a while.

First, after my surgery, I immediately had to relinquish driving privileges to my wife. And this was happening at a time when I so loved roaming the countryside taking fall foliage photos. Timing has never been my strong suit.

I could no longer put on socks and shoes without assistance. I couldn’t get in and out of my favorite recliner without a helping hand.

I couldn’t climb aboard my mower for the last grass clipping of the year. And I’m kind of picky about my lawn so not just anyone can do it!

I couldn’t step out on the back porch to stare at the stars without the assistance of a walker.

In fact, that walker became my closest friend. I did learn to carry my coffee cup while utilizing it. But my physical therapist frowned on me getting a cup holder.

I now had to have assistance for the most basic of needs; literally almost everything. Luckily, that complete helplessness didn’t last long but, as I write this, I’m still very dependent on my wife to help me get around the house.

By the way, I am truly married to a saint. I’m going to owe her one heck of a vacation when this is all over.

I will say this, I have had so many people reach out to us during this time. They’ve sent cards, brought food, offered to do chores, called daily, and kept me in their prayers.

While I was sitting around feeling sorry for myself, I began to see how the little things should never be taken for granted. I learned what it takes to care for another adult by watching my wife wait on my every need. And I realized how important all those folks, who have surrounded me with their love and care, are to me.

Most of all, I found a deeper meaning to the word family and discovered something I really knew but perhaps didn’t appreciate enough. My family circle includes many more people than I thought, including my blood-family, my church-family, my work-family, my neighbor-family, my friends-family, and my physicians-family.

All these people have played a role in my recovery and I could never thank them enough.

Blessed beyond measure best sums it up for me. I share this very personal story so we may all be reminded to never take for granted the little things in life, but most of all never take for granted the people who love you, and support you, through the good times and hip surgeries!

I hope to be more independent soon, so I may see you all as I resume my travels down the backroads.