I would have invited friends to dinner even though the carpet was stained and the couch untidy. I would have eaten the popcorn in the beautiful living room and would be less worried about the dirt when we wanted to make a fire in the home. I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather tell his youth again. I would never have insisted that the windows of the car be lifted because my hair had just been combed. I would have lit the pink candle that my children carved like a rose before it melted into the closet. I would have sat in the lawn with my children without worrying about grass stains. I would have cried less and laughed while watching TV and more watching life.
by Erma Bombeck.
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