One of my lifetime friends gave me a book a few years ago. I keep it in a place where I can pick it up and read it often. At this stage of my life, I find myself relating to Erma Brombeck even more than I did when I first read it. I want to share the pages with you, and perhaps you may be able to relate to what she is saying. She says, "Someone asked me the other day if I had my life to live over, would I change anything. My answer was no, but then I thought about it and changed my mind. If I had to live my life over again I would have waxed less and listened more. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet, I'd have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside of me was to be my only chance to assist God in a miracle. I would never insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed. I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth. I would have burnt the pink candle that was sculptured like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have sat cross-legged on the lawn with my children and never worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television...and more while watching real 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 a day. When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, " LATER. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more I love yous...more I'm sorry...more I'm listening...but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it...look at it and really see it...try it on...live it...exhaust it...and never give that minute back until there was nothing left of it."