I HOPE YOU DANCE

"I Hope You Dance....'

This was written by an 83-year-old woman to her friend.

* The last line says it all.

Dear Bertha,

I'm reading more and dusting less.

I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden.

I'm spending more time with my family & friends & less time working.

Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure.

I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them.

I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china & crystal for every special event.

I wear my good blazer 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 the hardware store and tellers at the bank.

"Someday" & "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary.

If it's worth seeing, hearing or doing, I want to see, hear and do it now.

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 & mend fences.

I like to think they would have gone out for whatever their favorite dinner was.

I'm guessing; I'll never know.

It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours are limited.

Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days.

Angry & sorry that I didn't tell my husband, kids & 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, tell myself that it is special.

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

If you realize this, it is because someone cares for you.

I'm posting this today because I care about you.

"People say true friends must always hold hands, but true friends don't need to hold hands because they know the other hand will always be there.

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.

I received this from a very special friend as an e-mail this morning. Thank you Don!! Made a few modifications and wanted to share it with you my blog friends. It had real cute graphics of an older couple dancings but I didn't know how to copy that. Just picture Mickey & I in your minds eye.........and yourself dancing with that someone special.