Epilogue

“Ha-pi-bird-day, ha-pi-bird-day to Liam. Ha-pi-bird-day to me.” Liam is singing the birthday song along with us. It’s so hard to believe my little tiny baby is 2 today. It’s been a good two years. Rock and I are in our third year of college and Rock got an offer to the NFL. He will be a Chicago Bears come September. I, on the other hand, will stay in college and moving on to my elective. I have decided I want to be a therapist. If I could help at least one person who has gone through the hell I have been through will make it all worth it.

“It’s Wiams bird-day, isn’t it, ma-ma?”

“It is Liam’s birthday. How old is Liam going to be?” I ask my little guy.

“Wiam be 2. Ma-ma be 5,” Liam tells me, then giggles.

“Who told you that?” I ask, laughing at him. “Da-da.” Liam tells me, pointing at Rock.

I look over at Rock, and he laughs. “Who’s ready for cake?” Rock asks Liam.

“Nice save.” I tell him and we cut Liam his cake, then I cut everyone their slice