Today is the 18th birthday of my twins.
Eighteen years ago I gave birth to my son Benjamin and my first daughter Hannah.
Ben was a big healthy boy.
Hannah was a little tiny baby.
She had a rare syndrome that took 3 years to diagnose and that took her from us at 4 1/2 years old.
Something that has always bothered me about Hannah's gravesite is that her cremains are buried near the headstone but her grave marker is down at the foot.
It has always bothered my that the marker doesn't accurately mark where she is buried.
Weird? Maybe.
But it does bother me.
Today Ben was home with me because he is all done with school.
We started off the day going by to visit the grave, put out some fresh flowers, and finally moved the grave marker.
Ben was very sweet about the whole thing.
He worked hard
And never complained.
Sometimes a son knows when to do a task for his momma without questioning.
This makes me happy.
My handsome, smart, strong, momma-pleasing son
and my daughter's grave marker where it rightly belongs.
Happy 18th birthday in heaven, my sweet Hannah.
We think of you everyday.
Happy birthday Ben.
I can't wait to see what the future has in store for you!
God bless your sweet son on his birthday and you as you mark this day with both happiness and sadness. Love you.
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