Memorial Day

We made a quick visit to the cemetery on Memorial Day. 

My memories of the twins have been flooding my thoughts lately. I suppose there are a few reasons - the birth of Hugh, the recent walks through the same halls of the hospital where the twins were born, and then last week hearing of a friend losing her baby at about the same point we lost our twins. All of these things have brought memories, images, and feelings to the surface. I'm still trying to sort through them all, but I am grateful for the obvious healing that I've found among all of the memories and emotions.

A year ago, as we were still feeling the sting of death pierce through our broken hearts, I never would have imagined the place we'd find ourselves in this year. 

I don't know if postpartum hormones are the cause, but lately I've been reduced to tears much more frequently than normal. My heart is so full. I spend my days caring for these two precious boys and I can't believe how blessed I've been. I have moments when I start to feel a little overwhelmed by the challenges and responsibilities that have come with these two little ones, but I wouldn't have it any other way. And, fortunately I have wonderful family and friends who have been helping so much. 

Our time at the cemetery ended with Hugh needing an emergency feeding and Ben exploring the texture and smell of the grass. 

I'm looking forward to the day we can tell our boys about their sisters who came before them and the place they hold in our eternal family, and for the suspected role they have played in bringing us all together.