Someone gave the the book Wherever You Are My Love Will Find You for Gracie when she was born, but every time we read it, I think of Rip.
Wherever You Are My Love Will Find You by Nancy Tillman
I wanted you more than you will ever know,
so I sent love to follow wherever you go.
It's high as you wish it. It's quick as an elf.
You'll never outgrow it...it stretches itself!
So climb any mountain...climb up to the sky!
My love will find you.
My love can fly!
Make a big splash! Go out on a limb!
My love will find you. My love can swim!
It never gets lost, never fades, never ends...
if you're working...
or sitting with friends...
You can dance til your dizzy...
paint 'til your blue...
There's no place, not one, that my love can't find you.
And if someday you're lonely,
or someday you're sad,
or if you strike out in baseball,
or you think you've been bad...
just lift up your face, feel the wind in your hair.
That's me my sweet baby, my love is right there.
In the green of the grass...in the smell of the the sea...
in the clouds floating by...at the top of a tree...in the sound
that the crickets make at the end of the day...
"You are loved. You are loved. You are loved," they all say.
My love is so high, and so wide and so deep, it's always right there, even when
So hold your head high and don't be afraid
to march to the front of your own parade,
If you're still my small baby or you're
all the way grown, my promise to you
is you're never alone.
You are my angel, my darling, my star...
and my love will find you wherever you are.
Happy Birthday, Sweet Rip. You are loved. You are loved. You are loved.