I'm wealthy

Bev and I spent this past weekend in NY at the cabin with my family. We had a great several days. My parents are both in their 80's and I think that everyone there had a sense of gratefulness that both parents could be there.

We ate together, a lot of really good food. We drank lots of coffee. We enjoyed the warm sunshine together, marvelling at the beauty of nature. But most of all we talked a lot. We both told and heard stories, stories of my parents romance more than 60 years ago, stories of childhood memories. We talked about dreams, life, and love. We sang hymns together. Before our Sunday morning brunch we joined in praise by singing the Doxology. Something about the weekend touched our hearts deeply and the words of the song were sung with passion and gusto. There was a lot of laughter, there were tears that flowed as we spoke of heart issues.
In many ways the weekend was a celebration of our heritage, a celebration about from where we have come.  

On the way home yesterday, I remarked to Bev that I truly am a wealthy man. When I embrace my heritage and the stories that helped shape me, a true sense of prosperity emerges. It is  not a wealth that can be measured in an amount of money, it transcends money and possesions.  The greatest enjoyment from wealth occurs when it is shared. In the coming days/weeks, I will share some of my wealth from the weekend.