It's not where you are- it's who you're with that counts.

Like weddings for instance.
You could be anywhere in the world for a wedding, a beautiful cathedral, a ruined castle, a tropical beach, it all doesn't matter because it's the eyes that you are terrified to look into in case you cry first or the warm, trembling hand that you hold that is the important thing. .
Sometimes we forget those little things.
People who don't let you down when you need them. That's what's important. Changing your work schedule to support your husband in hospital or to attend that important primary school assembly as a proud parent, that is what is important.
How many friends do you have? No, really! People that you can always count on, who have NEVER let you down. If you get onto the fingers of a second hand then you are either a) very lucky or b) delusional and need to listen to what some of these people say about you when you are not around.
Mates!
Roger and I had booked tickets for the champions league final but did not get to go to Germany last year so we did the second best thing, we watched the game together.
The sight of two grown men almost in tears when we went one goal down to the relief of Drogba's equaliser, to the harrowing, floor pacing agony of extra time and penalties and the exquisite joy of victory and two grown straight blokes, hugging each other, shouting and wiping tears from their eyes was probably a sight to behold.
Dilemma! In the stadium on my own, or watching the TV with my best mate. No decision. Mate every time. Maybe that's why we also watched the F.A. Cup final together as well.
Life is full of experiences and they mean nothing if they can't be shared.
One year on and it is the eve of the Champions league final again. No Chelsea, no interest other Than the memory of a year ago, a load of white puddings and an obscene amount of whiskey.
Some moments as they say, are priceless!