As you well know, we at Door Couture love welcoming friends and neighbors into our homes with front door decorations. So often, though, we find inspiration on other doors in the home. This lovely note, sent to us by Courtney, reminded us of the importance of every door.

Hi Catherine and Tanis,

I am sure at some point in your life you have read the poem below by Erma Bombeck. I remember my mom had it taped to the inside of her pantry door and I grew up reading “If I had My Life to Live Over” thinking (before kids) “I wonder if I will ever feel this way?” Now, after having kids I had forgotten all about her inspiring message until today when I came across it on a website.  Erma is right - life is meant for us to enjoy and not to worry about the small stuff which I so often do.  Today, I am going to tape this message to the inside of my kitchen cabinet door and remind myself - life is here for us to enjoy!!

I hope this will inspire you too!!

Courtney

If I Had My Life to Live Over

by Erma Bombeck

The following was written by the late Erma Bombeck
after she found out she had a fatal disease.

If I had my life to live over, I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television – and more while watching life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more “I love you’s”.. More “I’m sorrys” …

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute… look at it and really see it … live it…and never give it back.