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I can't wait to hold him... but, mostly... I can't wait to be held. The slightest touch in an elevator... a brush of someone's forearm... is enough to remind me of Matty's hand. I breathe deep, close my eyes, breathe out, and finish the day. Somedays I am dangerously close to the edge... the edge of what remains uncertain. I am faithful, loyal, and hopefully, respectful and appropriate. I know what he would and would not like... I try to stay between the lines in this coloring book of life. Sometimes, though, I screw up the outline... but the pictures is always worth saving.

My Traveling Soldier is on the road.