Ripple in Still Water

In the food blogging community we have many things we would rather keep private. I have my fair share. But some parts of our lives need to be spoken of. Today my post is in memory of my twin sons who were stillborn on this day last year.

I wish it was easy to celebrate their first birthday. I wish they were here to enjoy it. Nevertheless they are with me in my thoughts. They have been appearing on my blog if you only know where to look and they will continue to do so. There will be cake today. Happy birthday Alex and Ian. Always remembered.

Noble Nature
Ben Jonson (1573–1637)

It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make Man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it fall and die that night—
It was the plant and flower of Light
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.

Update: to see others' experiences see Wife in the North's article and Jane Hansen's experience as told in the ABC Australian Story television program and her book Three Seasons.