If I knew then, what I know now…
I would hug them more. For longer. Squeeze harder.
I would listen more and react less.
I would be sillier and goofier with them and pay less attention to the thoughts of others.
I would cave in more often when they would ask for “one more” bedtime story or book to read or batting practice pitch thrown.
I would write and share with them just how beautiful they are.