IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER
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 ramble about his youth.
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 in storage.
I would have sat on the lawn with my children, and not worried about grass stains.
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 wasn'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 ----live it ---- and never waste a moment.
