When I look at my kids, and the ease with which they pick up music, I wish I had that.

You can look back at anything and wish you'd done something differently.

I wish I had a funny story.

I can make dressing - or stuffing. Y'all call it stuffing up here, we call it dressing down there. It's really good dressing. That family recipe was passed on, and I love to make that.

But who cares? I can honestly look back and realize that everything happened for a reason. Everything that fell apart has fallen back into place beautifully and magically.

I wish I'd started having kids sooner so I could have had a few more.