Enjoy the little things...

We had a Neighborhood garage sale about a week and a half ago. AND, as I was sorting through things to sell...we stumbled upon many items that we never even used--not because we didn't have use for them, but rather because we didn't want to ruin them...you know, we were "saving" them. My husband looked at me and said, "Wow! We sure do leave a lot of things in PERFECT condition for others to enjoy!"

Now don't get me wrong, of course I want others to enjoy our "junk", but this wasn't junk. No these things totally surpassed the "junk to treasure" phase, no need to do anything to them.

I found our fine china in the garage while going through boxes. We don't display it, because quite honestly it simply doesn't go with our decor. BUT, I left the box out...and guess what we are eating dinner on tomorrow?

This all reminded me of a poem. I am sure you all have read or heard it before, but this poem can stand to be read over and over again.

If I Had My Life to Live Over

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

This may be why my mother likes to drink out of her "pretty" glasses when she is at home. My daughter and I have adopted this practice...but well, of course my daughter likes to do everything like "her Nana" anyway.

Now go enjoy your good stuff, or someone else will!!!!