While we were cleaning out my late grandmother's house (more about that later, maybe, still too painful), my aunt was wearing my grandmother's perfume. It smelled just like her, and it made me tear up. When I mentioned it to her, she said "Life's too short to save your good perfume". That has really stuck with me.
When my mother called to asked if I wanted my late grandmother's china, I asked her "Don't you want it?" and was SHOCKED when she said she had china. I have never eaten on china at my mother's house, or ever even seen it displayed.
As I cleaned out and reorganized my table linens today, I came across some tea towels my other grandmother embroidered for me for my wedding. I've never used them, never even had them out in my kitchen. I put one out today.
While on the phone with a sister-in-law (the Tall One) we were talking about food for an upcoming family event and she mentioned a dish that we both love. I was so excited to hear that we were having it and she exclaimed "Why do we save all the good recipes for the special occasions?"
It feels like God is trying to tell me something. This life goes by so quickly, and the time since I had the girls has flown so fast that it makes my head spin, yet, so often I hold back the "great", the "special" and the "expensive" and never enjoy them. Why do we do this? I'm going to stop. So, from here on out, I'm going to eat asparagus sometimes on a yucky Tuesday. Occasionally, I'm going to break out the china for my family, not just for guests. And I'm going to smell great!