Someone asked me the other day, if I could live my past life again, are there things I would like to change?
No, I replied, but then I started to think ...
If I could live my past life again, I would talk less and listen more often.
I'm going to invite my friends over to dinner, even if my rug is stained and my sofa is faded.
I would eat popcorn in the "nice" living room and not really care about getting dirty when someone wanted to light the fire.
I'll take the time to listen to my grandfather babble about his youth.
I would never insist on closing the car window in the summer because my hair was just finished.
I will light a pink candle that is shaped like a rose before it melts in the warehouse.
I will sit in the yard with my children and not care if the grass gets dirty.
I won't cry and laugh too often when watching television - but cry and laugh more when watching real life.
I will share responsibilities with my husband more often.
I would sleep when I was sick, and not think that the world would stop spinning if I wasn't active that day.
I'll never buy something just because it's practical, doesn't get dirty easily, or has a lifetime warranty.
I'm not going to complain and want my nine months of pregnancy to end. Instead I would enjoy every moment of that pregnancy and realize that the beauty that was growing in my womb was the only chance I had to help God create miracles.
When my son kisses me spontaneously, I will never say, "Later. Now wash your hands, we are going to have dinner. ”
More often than not I would say "I love you" and "I'm sorry," but most importantly, if I could relive my past life, I would enjoy every moment, look at it and really live it, and will never give it back.