Two years
My dearest, sweetest Lennox and Zoë. How I wish today were a day of cake and candles and presents, instead of quiet remembrance.
You should be two years old today.
You should be happy, noisy, silly, frustrating, funny toddlers covered in cake frosting, playing happily with the boxes your presents came in.
That’s what you are, in my heart.
Happy birthday, sweet ones. I love you.