Impulsive, I Think So

If I could name three wishes I doubt I'd be truly happy. I can name three desires and remain unfulfilled. Yet all my needs are met and I find true happiness. They aren't the most expensive things or the beautiful. These are the things without price or merit, the thankless chores that are done each day.

I wonder if it was guilt or gratitude that made me stand up and pay attention to all the little things my family and friends do for me.

Is that what it means to love with sacrifice?