On the morning of the wedding, Liam was a welcome distraction, chatting about his big entrance carrying the ring for Kayden. He seemed to have this sense of importance which amazed me at his age. He was coming up for three years old, and a fast learner that seemed older than his age. I had begun to mourn the loss of his baby-talk as his language became more elaborate. I'd felt it a sign I was missing too much.
Kissing Flynn and Liam I left the house to head over to Amber's place and when I reached the garage Flynn had placed a white Peony flower under the windshield wiper. I was touched by his gesture. It was romantic and he'd never done anything like that until he'd taken me to Florida with the others.
Opening the car door, I found a small blue velvet box on the seat, I lifted it and slid inside. A piece of music paper rolled up and tied in a bow by a guitar string accompanied it. I glanced at Rita who had slid into the passenger seat and opened the note.