I’m Not Rich…Or Am I?

When I looked around at my brother Mike’s house, my very first thought was, Wow, this looks like one of those show homes that Realtor’s use to entice people to buy. Although their house is absolutely beautiful (and I mean no offense by this Mike and Molly), it didn’t feel homey to me at all.  I couldn’t get over the lack of photos on the walls – it made it feel so impersonal.  I sat in the kitchen one morning, eating a bagel and hanging out with my nieces and I took a good look around and thought of our own house back in BC.  Photos on nearly every wall of friends, family, pets, etc. Items we’ve collected over the years from vacations (wood carvings, tourist paraphernalia from other countries, and rocks that Greg constantly brings back from the river – Yaaaaaay for me…lol). Books. Plants. Dog toys, etc.  All the little things that speak to me of home. There I was surrounded by this beautiful, immaculate, pristine house – a house that most people would love to have – and I felt totally homesick for our little shack.

Greg tells others that my brother is part of the “rich folk in Jo’s family” and we always laugh, but for me, it really comes down to what your definition of rich is.  For some it’s money, but for many it’s the other, more subtle stuff that makes us feel rich beyond monetary gain.  I have a husband who loves me despite my quirks (and there are many), family and friends to love and laugh with, the best job in the world, a roof over my head, food in my mouth, gas in my car and the most well-behaved dogs a gal could ask for.  What more is there?  I don’t need millions of dollars or fancy cars or any of the finer things in life.  I am blessed with all of the things I do have.

I think many people get too caught up in the frenzy to have more – more money, a bigger house, a more expensive car, etc. and they lose sight of the important things – quality time spent with family and friends,  making the most out of life and helping others when we can, and most of all, being happy with who you are and what you have right now, not five years down the road when you make enough money to buy that big house or expensive car or big truck you’ve always wanted.  I try to remind Greg of this as often as possible because he tends to get a little envious of other people and what they have and he forgets that he has so much already and that lots of money is just the icing on the proverbial life cake.  And really, when it all comes down to it, I’d take love and laughter over buckets and buckets full of money any day of the week. It’s said that money can’t buy happiness and, don’t you think, someone who is dirt poor with a heart full of happiness is richer than any billionaire out there?

Here’s a sneak peak of some shots I took of my Stepdad, Mike, and his family a couple of weeks ago. Aren’t Deb’s eyes absolutely AMAZING!!!! More to come when I get a bit of time this week. Happy Monday. I wish you all enough.


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