Saluting with misty eyes
I would have to agree with the lovely Mysteria. I would choose to relive the moment I looked into my daughter's face the first time, about 5 seconds after she was born.
In that moment, I knew true love, unending joy, complete satisfaction, and abject terror all in one split moment in time.
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, "WHAT A RIDE