It’s a cliché, a book and a song….’live each moment as if it was your last’. While the concept behind the words is understandable in that we often take our time for granted and get so caught up in the business of life that we put off living, it occurred to me this morning, while snuggled on the couch in my soft night gown, drinking coffee with my husband like I am so blessed to do every morning, that if I truly faced each day like it was my last I would be feeling a constant sense of closure and terminal thinking.
What if, instead, we lived each moment as if it was our first?
Remember all the amazing ‘firsts’ when you were little? The first time you rode a bike by yourself, the first time you made a snow angel or tasted ‘snow ice cream’…..the first time you liked a boy and he liked you back…the first time you rode a roller coaster or held a puppy?
But those firsts were just the beginning of many firsts. The first time you set foot in the crystal blue Caribbean water….the first time he kissed you…..the first time you saw something so beautiful it literally took your breath away…the first time you held your baby. The feeling is so intense and spectacular that you want to soak up every second of that minute.
There’s a bible passage in the old testament that says “...His compassions never fail. They are new every morning…”
The truth is we can’t truly experience something for the 100th time as if it was our first nor can we imagine that it’s our last and know how it would actually feel. But if I reach over and put my arms around my husband’s body as we both begin to awaken each day and hold each other knowing that this first moment of this new day I get to wake up next to him then maybe…just maybe…I can experience first love over and over – new every morning.