I would like to do it again please.
I want to wake up and find his warm tiny body under my covers, still damp from being born (that's where his birth mother put he and the rest of the litter) Instead of being a bit bothered by her putting them in my bed, I would like to whisper in my ear "Remember everything about this moment because one day there will be little that is more important"
And the day that I discovered that he couldn't hear, instead of feeling sorry, I would be grateful...because this fact alone would soon save my life. It would become a purpose when I felt my real purpose had died with my new born son.
He has continued to give me reasons since that day.
I have no regrets with Mikey at all but I wish that I could just do it all again just to enjoy him even more because being with him makes me enjoy everything, even myself. I smile more because of him, I laugh so much.
He has grown into this extension of me, our lives are so in sync, our souls entwined.
Today it is eleven years and I want 50 more.