Happy birthday my dear, sweet Lennox and my beautiful, strong Zoë.
A good friend asked how we would be spending this day. She wondered if we would do something special to mark the day or if we would carve out quiet moments to remember. We do a little of both. It’s a quiet day for us. A still day. A day when we feel like we exist outside the rest of the world. Your daddy and I will have a small birthday treat in your honor. Something sweet to celebrate your birthdays. The rest of the day we actively remember. There are 362 days every year when you are never far from our thoughts; your names always drift through my consciousness and memories of you still float out of the depths of my brain daily. But on your birthday and on your individual special days we let down our guard and we remember.
And, as always, we speak your names.