March 24, 2008

A Dear Sashi Letter

A sweet Momma friend sent me one of those cute chain letters recently. I couldn't help thinking how appropriate the advice is right now in our lives. When faced with the seriousness of life-threatening, your perspective sure does under go some much needed radical changes... I changed a few of the words to fit our family better. I am absolutely sure I could write this letter to my other spouse Saucy now. So here goes...

Dear Saucy Sashi,

I'm reading more and worrying about dusting less.
I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing at the kids stepping on flowers.
I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time planning to spend time with them.
Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. So, I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.
I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a tooth, getting the sink unstopped, or passing the timed test the first time .
I wear my church clothes to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries.
I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in Lowes and the librarians for our weekly pilgrimages.
"Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary.
If it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now, not later.

I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for sushi and pie or for whatever their favorite food was.

As for me, it'd be the little things left undone that would make me regretful if I knew my hours were limited. Regretful because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days.
Sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them.
I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives.

And every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself it's a special God-given opportunity.

Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God.

Love Note to My Big Shooter: I love all your little sayings you hear then quote to me. One of my favorites is, "It's not the amount of breaths you take in life, but the moments that take your breath away." You, B, take my breath away...

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey Skeeter,
Good letter...the last paragraph is KEY.... Each new day is a God - Given Opportunity! I certainly feel the same...whether it's the easy opportunities or the lemmons to make lemonade! Can't remember each state cap but the Prayers for Thursday are coming from our and your friends and family in CT, NJ, FL, NV, ID, TX, OR, IL, MT, NM, CA, AZ, WY, WA, WI, PA, MS, AK, CO, KS, OK, HI and even RI! "Angel Standing Room Only!"