As I step into the shower and receive water from plumbing that provides it effortlessly, I feel rich.
To have water, heated to my liking cascade freely over my aching muscles, I feel rich.
As I sit on the floor to watch and play with my goofy children, I feel rich.
To hear giggling voices call to me, as if it is only them and I who share a secret special language “Mommy”- that is their name for me and only me- I feel rich.
As I fold a mountain of clothes- all clean and all belonging to my family, I feel rich.
To sleep in a bed, I feel rich.
As I sit under this roof dry beneath the heavy pitter patter of the rain storm, I feel rich.
To hear the hum of cooled air pump into each room of our house, I feel rich.
As I feel movements, abundant movements, within my belly, I feel rich.
To laugh together after all these years and still make him smile, I feel rich.