As time moves on, and I meet more and more new people, I find that telling them Rip's story becomes a gift I can choose to give someone.
When I first moved into this phase of life, this phase where I wasn't so recently "that girl who", I felt unsettled. I could have people in my life who would never know about my first born child-but if they didn't know him then they would never truly know me.
Recently, I've realized that this choice is a gift. I get to choose who I allow to know the most precious parts of me. Now, some of them may think, "hey-this is the worst gift ever, I would rather have an itchy sweater than this gift!", but that's okay, it just means we won't hang out and drink wine together, which is clearly their loss.
For the most part, I've waited until I was sure I wanted to bestow my gift on the new people in my life, and they have received him graciously. They see the gift of Rip's life as what it has always been to me, something to be treasured and loved.