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Epilogue

(AN: there has been a slight change in point of view)

"Oh, he is perfect!!" Those were the words my father said the first time he held me in his arms. He also told my mom that a taste of heaven only happens once in a blue moon. And when it does, you hold on to it… And that's precisely what he did. He picked me up out of my crib and cradled me against his chest and held on to me for the longest time. At least that's what my mother tells me. I was too young to remember.

The earliest memory I can recall is being seated on my daddy's shoulders, my hands grasping his ears and his hands holding my ankles. The memory is faded, foggy on the sides as if it were a dream though I know that it was not. The incident I recall happened while we were stranded in a sea of people at a snowed-in airport. The departure hall was loud and noisy with lots of curious strangers but I was never afraid because I felt so secure and safe sitting there on his shoulders. I recall looking down as he spoke to me, his calm and steady voice reassuring me that I was alright and no one would harm me. Apparently I handled the commotion with serenity and ease. I am told I stuck my thumb into my mouth, closed my eyes and rested my cheek on top of my fathers head. I am also told that the curious onlookers went, 'awwwww'.

Another really vivid memory is that of the birth of my baby brother Eddie. I was three years old when he was born and I got to go to the hospital and pet him while he was sleeping. He was the ugliest baby he had ever seen, small like a puppy, but wrinkly like an elephant. But my parents seemed to love him anyway and I was jealous from day one...

It took me a few years or so to figure out that it wasn't so bad to be a big brother after all. By then another baby boy (Robert) had made his grand entrance into our lives. Suddenly I had not one but two little brothers to bully and tease. At this point I was old enough to realize that no matter how big our family got, there would always be a special bond between me and my parents. If it wasn't for ME mom and dad might never have found their way back together again… Oh well, "ME" and thousands of dollars worth of couples counseling. Daddy say's it was the best investment he ever did.

Thinking back I don't know how they did it. Constantly compromising, juggling schedules and rearranging priorities. They split the responsibility of raising us kids pretty fairly. One week we were being lugged around the country with Daddy on one of his workshops and the next we were on the set of some photo shot with Mom. Throughout the first five years of my life they probably spent more time apart than they did together. But there was never any doubt how important 'family' was to them.

Not to say they never have their disagreements, cause they do. Every once in a while my dad will throw a tantrum and raise his voice or slam a few doors or something and my mom will answer by throwing pots and pans and pieces of furniture after him, but no matter how much they argue, they never go to bed angry.

And they 'make-up' passionately…. hence our ever growing family. Mom is pregnant for the FOURTH time as we speak. Auntie Djaq says mom pops out babies like a pez dispenser. Dad says children are blessings from God and to be a parent is one of the greatest blessings God has ever given to him.

THE END