Sometimes our babies live for only a half a sentence and then their short lives are shut back up again when the subject changes, but this year my nurse wants to honor my loss. I find myself strangely silent. I cannot reply to her kind words. The silence makes me realize that whenever Margaret is brought up, I usually sweep into super girl mode and change the subject or spout my gratitudes to make the mood and moment all better , and that sometimes, this is exactly what I want to do because I have so many joys in my life that I don’t always want to focus on my loss, but other times, like this day, I can let my defense shield down, allow this woman to look me in the eye, honor my loss for more than half a sentence, think about my Margaret and allow myself that painfully good feeling that comes with everlasting grief. We move through discomfort so quickly in our country that we often don’t even stop to honor or recognize it. This month of Love I would like to thank and honor all the nurses and doctors who help us honor and move through our losses. We thank you and our babies thank you too, at least for a moment.