The Best Things in Life…

The best things in life aren’t things.

That’s a little saying that we’ve all heard at some point.  I read it in a book a few weeks ago…  it caught my eye as being out of place in the Wall Street section at a big box book store.  Horses and cowboys on the cover…  of course, lol.

It was a book on ethics and cowboy ways that would bring back some good old fashioned values to anyone’s life.  I don’t see how it couldn’t make you a more successful person, even if you didn’t make more money.

Then I saw the phrase on one of those wall art stickers and bought it up.  It now adorns the wall above my desk in my office…  And today, as my 7 year old served me Mother’s Day breakfast in bed (spagetti-o’s) and played guitar while singing the Mother’s Day song he wrote for me, I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the feeling that the phase is exactly right. 

Sure, I love my saddle.  I have my favorite bridle (with the raw hide braiding and star conchos).  I have a vaccum that kicks butt and I love how easy it makes my life.  I’m getting a new kitchen this week and boy do I love the new cabinetry and counters… and flooring.  I really really love my Jeep. 

But the BEST things in life really are NOT things- They are husbands that buy you your favorite saddles, vaccums and Jeeps.  Kids when they you little pieces of their hearts in hand drawn cards and beautiful songs.  My cute little dog that follows me everywhere.  My old gelding that nickers as he limps over for a cookie.  The bunny that hops over and sticks her head out of her hutch so you’ll hand her some clover.  The bees as they busily work away at the lavender bushes.  Sitting in my back yard with my coffee in the morning, listening to birds sing, feeling the warm sun on my skin as the cool of the night hasn’t completely worn away yet, watching people ride their horses down the trail.  Those are the best things in life. 

Moments. 

Grab every one, take a picture of it in your mind and treasure it.  Always.  You can’t buy more later.  You can’t do them over. 

As my newly-driving-teen-daugther wrote on my card… Happy Mothu’s Day, yall!

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