Measuring Love

I am a wealthy woman.
Waking late to see the face of a man I've loved since I was barely a woman.
Listening to the birds sing to me while I drink a cup of coffee on the deck.
Singing with 350 fellow pilgrims and feeling connected in our need and our needs met.
Telephone calls from family across the country.
Hugs and laughter and smiles from young friends who don't care that I'm older and shorter and fatter than they are.

Despite the times my heart aches for something that seems to be missing,
I know my life is richer than I have a right to be.
How can we measure love when our hearts keep overflowing?