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I have been in the process of making brochures, and a cataloge for my new business. Oi! One would think they could make software for the computer challenged like me. Or at least give easier, complete instructions on how to use it.

I started with a brochure. Once I figured out what to do, it seemed easy, until things started to happen, and I didn't know how to fix it. I clicked and only made it worse. I realize I should be able to just click on any icon and get the result I want. Sometimes I did, sometimes, I didn't. As a result, sometimes I was pleased, sometimes I was ready to throw a hammer through the screen!

It is amazing what our technology allows us to be able to to. On Sunday, my daughter and I took pictures of the family, as we got together for Mother's Day. Emily downloaded them onto her computer, and we started to look through them. We came to a picture of the two of us, that I will be sending to our church for a new directory they are making. I wasn't real pleased with it as I had a blemish on my face. Not real attractive. And then, with one click, Emily made it go away! I was pleased to say the least.

As I was working on the brochure, clicking to change this, clicking to add that, I caught the words of a song that was playing in the living room. It was a love song. The singer was singing about, holding her love, touching his face; I got a bit teary. Actually, I had been teary throughout the day. I was missing Dale, and thinking a lot about him. I thought how nice it would be to be able to click a button and go back in time. To be able to go to a moment in time and appreciate it more. To love more, and better. To not allow a selfish petty thing, take away from being with the one I love. To not say, 'not now', 'I'm busy', 'I really don't want to go fishing with you'. You get what I am saying. How many regrets I have. How I wish I didn't. Oh, to just click a button and change, what never can be.

Life is short, it is unexpected. My friend found that out Monday night, when she took her husband to the hospital because he wasn't feeling well. He passed away. So quickly, so unprepared. Never again, to be able to say I love you, just one more time, or to steal one more kiss. Please don't find yourself someday feeling the same way. Love hard, love well, love now.