Had I known your days were numbered,
I’d have stopped and counted every breath you took.
Had I known how quickly the clock was ticking,
I’d have lay awake nights simply to watch you sleep.
Had I known the fleeting presence of your mortal life on the vast radar of eternity,
I’d have put the world on pause to hold you against my heart.
Every moment, of every day . . . until that fateful last.
I continue to hold you, my perfect son.
No longer over my heart, but in it.
Happy birthday beautiful boy.
I love you with all of me.