I wish I had taken more photos.
Documented his milestones, saved all the measurements and savored each new moment.
I wish I had kissed the top of his head more, touched my lips to his hair and breathed in his scent.
I wish I’d memorized the feeling of his warm hands in mine, his pulse under my fingers.
I wish I had spent more time tickling his toes and hearing his giggles, chasing him around the living room on all fours.
I wish I had rocked him to sleep a little bit longer, sang him our song just a little bit louder.
I wish I’d laid beside him more often, feeling his breath as he slept.
I wish I’d stayed up later with him, woken up earlier.
I wish I hadn’t taken it all for granted before death stole it all away.
I wish I’d done so much more.
