It is a matter of culture. If I lived through a time of stravation, my descendents will be stuffed to the point of bursting. If I never had a toy, my descendents will get to live my second childhood.

Every generation's language of love is different. Some have words. Some have actions.

I love you a Mercedes sounds better I love you an apple pie. Until you end up with the antique that you can't drive or sell. I am trying to eat my way through all the love that the family gives.