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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 have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would
have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained or
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 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 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 and realized 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." 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 give it back.
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