Thursday, February 26, 2009

If I had to do it all over again.....

I don't really feel like blogging right now. I've been up since 1 a.m. and when Steve realized it, he started me on all my meds and I'm feeling slightly better...but honestly not really. My kids have gone to school and work and of course, Steve had to go to work so I'm waiting on my sister to come over. It is may be the 2nd time I've called and asked someone to stay because I've been so nauseated and very topsy-turvy on my feet. They don't want to stand up without me tumbling over so I guess this is a recliner day again! :-)

Just wanted to leave the words of Erma Bombeck that many I'm sure have read over the years but I thought it was worth noting again. Good thoughts are welcome reminders.

If I Had My Life To Live Over
by Erma Bombeck
The following was written by the late Erma Bombeck after she found out she had a fatal disease.
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 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 shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
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 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 sorrys" ...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.
© Erma Bombeck
Have a wonderful day!
Love to all,

1 comment:

Vernie said...

Lots of love to you my sweet lady!

Good night, sleep tight, prayers are said for you tonight!