... the things that are still there when your life is stripped down to the bare essentials. The people that still love you when you feel unlovable. The ones that still have your back when the going gets tough and you have nowhere to turn. The things that remind you of how rich you really are, not dependent on the amount of possessions you have. It has nothing to do with what you want or even what you have. It's family gathered together for Sunday dinner. It's when the kid cousins run to greet you with great big hugs. It's making homemade ice-cream and thinking of Grand-Pap and all the good times we had together. It's drinking Coffee and thinking of Dani and all the pots of coffee we drank together. It's when a Bolivian street child grabs your hand and looks up into your face. It's laughing till you cry over an inside joke during a card game. It's a message that lights up your phone screen when you are feeling lonely. It's an arm that steals around you shoulders and draws you close. It's truly the simple things.