The real luxuries in life are what money cannot buy.
They are the moments we would not trade for the world.
The late night drives
Taking a trip on a moments notice
Sitting close together, saying nothing.
Holding each other in the silence of calm
Sharing kisses, holding hands
Reading to one another
Dancing in the kitchen
Laughing together until it hurts
And perhaps having times when we can act like kids being silly
Joy is not found in things we have or may collect
It is the memories that stay long after the stuff we collected is gone
True wealth is not measured by what we own
But in what we have left, if all was taken away