Three

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.