Saying goodbye to my dad at the airport before I emigrated. I still remember distinctly looking back at him and our eyes met and in that moment I knew I’d never see him again. Still brings tears to my eyes when I think about it. I don’t regret leaving, and he would have been so disappointed had I turned around and stayed, but it still breaks my heart.
The moment I heard he’d died.
The wonder of giving birth to my children and looking down into their eyes. Such an amazing moment.
The day my now husband knocked on my door and we saw each other again for the first time in years. It sounds ridiculous, but I knew that my life had just changed.
When we found the house we now live in. It was so exciting and we were trying desperately to act cool and disinterested, but we knew we really wanted this house.
There are so many other special, happy and sad memories. As @stanleybmanly said, it’s hard to decide which to mention.