'I Hope You
Dear Bertha,
I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and
admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time
working.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to
savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish
them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and
crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink
unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom.
I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look
prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not
saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the
hardware store and tellers at the bank.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing
their grip on my vocabulary. If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want
to see and hear and do it now
I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't
be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have
called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few
former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think
they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite
food was.
I'm guessing; I'll never know.
It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I
knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that
I intended to write one of these days. Angry
and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I
truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything
that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open
my eyes, tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a
gift from God.
Author Unknown