It’s those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited.Angry because I hadn’t written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. Angry andsorry that I didn’t tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I’m tryingvery 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 that it is special. Every day, every minute,every breath truly is a gift.