All our babies

Its bittersweet.  To sit at Ethan and Dylan's gravesite and have all our babies close to each other. The huge void that is always with me feels a little lighter for a moment, and then heavy again as I look at the kids all gathered together and imagine the boys standing alongside them.  Oh how I miss them, wish I could hold them and kiss them.  Right in this moment again it feels too much to bear, then as the tears fall there are small arms all around me hugging me.  Little hands around my neck patting me and saying, "u okay momma? okay?" Oh my babies, how I love you, all of you so much.