I never stop thinking of Jack, really, not for more than a second. Even if I wanted to (which of course, I don't...) there are so many little reminders of him, everywhere, and I love every one of them. I love seeing them and thinking "Jack".
The 3 little penguins that we bought at the gift shop at CHoP, one for each of the babies. The girls love them, they grab them off the couch and hug and kiss them....
The beautiful quilts my mom made from Jack's crib bedding that we keep on the glider in the nursery. She made two, one for Charlotte and one for Katie. When we sit in the glider and rock back to sleep in the middle of the night, we wrap one of the quilts around us...
I put Jack's pictures up in the corner of the nursery where his crib was, with some little butterflies around them.
The girls are fascinated with them - they love these pictures. Every morning when I take one of them out of bed and put her on the changing table they wiggle around to turn and look at Jack, and wave and smile. We say 'Hi Jack!! Good morning Jack!!' All day, whenever they get dressed or changed, there's Jack, and he gets a big smile and a wave.
I want thinking of Jack to be something that's happy for the girls . I want them to love the quilts and use them and be happy when they see them, feel safe when they're wrapped up in them. I want them to always see Jack's picture and smile, see the little penguins and laugh and hug and kiss them.
I want them to wake up every morning, just like I do, and say "Good Morning Jack!"