Count your blessings with your sorrows
Leave out not a single one.
For God did give them all to you
And even His own Son.
She had a few lines naming a few of the beautiful, simple things we rush through life taking for granted, like the smell of fressh mowed hay and the purr of a close-by cat, but the essence is that all of these things God gave to you individually because He made you so you could sense and feel the realness of them all. Pity the poor Angels, unable to fill every hour with the smells and sights and feel of all that God has created to surround and include us in/with.
You aunt was a very wise woman.
I'll second that.