by Erma Bombeck
1926-1996

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 firepace.

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
 
I would have burned the pink candle sculped 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.