“IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER"
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and
the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the "good" living room and worried
much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather rambling about his
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day
because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted
I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television, and more
while watching life.
I would have gone to bed when I was sick, instead of pretending the earth would
go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show
soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every
moment, realizing that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in
life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now
go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love you's" and more "I'm sorry's"
. . . but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute . . .
look at it and really see it . . . and never give it back.”
I would have gone to see my Friend, Lee. Not caring that I