If I Could Live My Life Again...
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 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 have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
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 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.
STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!! Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more, or who’s doing what. Instead, let’s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
Let’s think about what God HAS blessed us with, and what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, and emotionally.
Some things I have been blessed with recently:
A trip to Illinois to see our cousin, Tim, for his 30th birthday

An amazing husband who surprises me on a daily basis with endless amounts of love and support...even when I am being incredibly impossible.
A 10.5 month old little boy who has 2 teeth on the bottom, is standing on his own, and cruising all over the place. Each day is filled with something new, something that just makes me thank my lucky stars that I have been blessed with such a happy and healthy baby.
An Easter holiday at our house filled with family, friends, and good times. (Of course, there are only pictures of my little ham...)



He preferred to eat cardboard over candy...


And, last but certainly not least, a dog who continuously tries to bite everyone.

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