This month my sweet babies spent their third birthday in Heaven. It's so hard for me to understand; I can't quite grasp it, still, after all this time.
It was worse this year. It was better this year. It was the same as always.
The same people forgot. I swore I wouldn't remind people and then I weakened and did it because I couldn't bear if they all forgot.
I allowed my emotions to derail me, momentarily. I cried at work.
My husband sent me three deep red roses. One for each year.
I miss you so much, Aiden. I miss you so much, Sophie. It's so hard to be without you.
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