I once took what I thought was the last photo I would have of my son. Here is how we got there and back again.
Six years ago today was a good day. I woke up looking like this:
By the end of the day I looked like this:
Little Liam, as he used to call himself, entered the world with quiet fanfare. Beautiful, alert, a little on the large side, and adored by his big brothers. All was as it should…