Yesterday Chessa and I decided to play a game, making a list of all the things we are rich in.
We are rich in family.
We are rich in love.
We are rich in health.
We are rich in land.
We are rich in trees.
We are rich in candles.
We are rich in flowers.
We are rich in clothes.
We are rich in dolls.
We are rich in cats.
We are rich in horses.
We are rich in dishes.
We are rich in wooden horses.
We are rich in books.
We are rich in notebooks.
We are rich in beeswax.
We are rich in pencils.
We are rich in crayons.
We are rich in fabric.
We are rich in wool.
We are rich in baby.
We are rich in girls.
We are rich in sisters.
We are rich in handmades.
We are rich in skills.
We are rich in gardens.
We are rich in seeds.
We are rich in compost.
We are rich in friends.
We are rich in memories.
We are rich in dreams.
We are rich in hope.
And then Chessa says, "Seems like we're rich in pretty much everything except money."
Sounds pretty good to us!
What are you rich in?
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