the smile that creeps up your face as you are welcomed home after a long day 

a home that smells like the answer to a prayer, one you don't even remember praying 

the gentle rush of Air on your face as you step into the cool morning dew

the tug at your heart when your child wraps his hand around your finger

the smile of contentment and trust on her face as she cuddles into you while the rain splatter on outside 

the desire to seek new challenges with thoughts of home never leaving your mind

the gentle quiet in your heart as you sit and inhale the rich smell of freshly tilled soil 

a heart full of gratitude to whatever God has made all these yours 

these things money cannot buy…

these are the things we live for.