I read a blog post this morning that put something into words so perfectly that I had to share it.
It gets harder as time goes on to know how and when to talk about Rip. It's sometimes hard to tell other people why I want to talk about him so much, but Jack's mom did it so much more eloquently than I ever could.
I love that when I go shopping with Gracie, giggly little teenagers stop trying to be cool and tell me that she is adorable. I love that I can exchange knowing glances over her head with other mothers when I pick her up from school and an end of the day tantrum is imminent. I love that everything about me when I am with her screams that I am this child's mother.
And I miss those things so much with Rip. I miss having all of the same love for my child who is not here, so I can't be his mother without saying a word. So echoing the words of someone who said it perfectly, thank you for continuing to say and for letting me say Rip's name.