Live Each Day as if it is my First

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.

Saying Goodbye to my SIC

I've been busy. I've been lazy. I haven't updated my uber-fun blog in quite a while for a number of reason - most of which do not matter. So why today? Why choose to reach out to the few of you who have actually read my attempts at humor or sharing a perspective on life that seems, perhaps, a bit twisted...or tilted to say the least. Because you are a safe. Most of you don't know me so I don't have to worry about the 'personal' factor. But I feel like I have to say something out loud! I actually would love to SCREAM these words - maybe saying them will make the pain vanish into the thin air once they're said. My SIC committed suicide four weeks ago today. There I said it. She was actually, my sister-in-law but if you've read most of my posts you'll find that she's been a major part of my life and therefore she gained the title of "Sister in Crime" - it was all in fun. I thought we were having so much fun. But fun cannot mend a heart that has been shattered or cure the dark world called "depression". I didn't know how deep her depression was and I swear to you.....I didn't have one glimpse of a clue that this could have been a remote thought in her mind. Suicide. No one could have imagined that this beautiful smiling...always laughing....game-loving, family centered girl could choose to leave us all behind - to pick up the pieces of this violent tragedy and move on with our own lives....without her in it. But I will go on - we all will. Each of us crosses our own paths of sorrow and pain and go on. They say 'time heals all wounds' (it does not). Love, however, does. Does someone need to hear from you just how much you love them? Don't wait another minute.

My sweet sister.....this is how I will remember her.

Egg Company vs. Oil Company

I wish the Egg companies ran the Oil companies - if the law of supply and demand is the basis for raising oil prices then why are eggs always cheaper the week of Easter? Just a thought......

So...this was my actual Facebook post this week. Would you like a peek at the kind of friends I have? Here are the replies I got:

* Its a right "wing" conspiracy the hens devised!

* Mainly because people speculate on oil futures a lot more than on egg futures. And fear (of which there is much in this world) makes oil prices rise on the futures market. Eggs? Not so much.

* Right. They speckle-late and dye eggs. As opposed to speculating on futures. Ah-hem.

* This idea may not be all you think it is "cracked" up to be.

* All those oil people are bad eggs.

MY REPLY: I just realized I have eggs-tra special friends. Should I put you all in one basket? :-)

* As long as we are all equally "yoked!"

* Just don't count all your friends until they've commented.

* I'm really scrambling to come up with a good egg pun......."/

So.....
as long as I have friends like these I know that even if gas prices soar, the housing market continues to tank, and I have yet to purchase an iPhone that I will always be able to laugh! “A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked.”