Yesterday after work I was sitting next to Viva on the couch. Out of nowhere and with no prompting whatsoever she turned to me and said, "You know, Mom? I think we're RICH."
"We ARE rich," I said. "Rich in love."
"No, I don't mean like that," she said. "I mean rich because we have our whole family and we're all together."
(Had I been at my snottiest, I would have said, "Same thing." I am so annoying. I am so glad I did not do that. Yay, me!)
"That is really nice that you feel that way," I said. "You are right, we are so lucky to have each other. I feel grateful every day."
And I do. Much as I may complain about things, at the end of the day I am happy. What more can you ask than that?
P.S. Also, super pleased that she is aware that she is in an unusual position and doesn't take her blessings for granted. She is happy - not in a simple-minded, Pollyannaish sort of way, but in a "I've checked it out and I gotta say, I got it pretty dang good" kind of way. I like that she doesn't define richness by having things, but by having close relationships with people who love her. Oh, my girl. She just captures my heart afresh, that one.