T, today was a crappy day at work. Seeing you on Mondays is much better than crappy people at work. I am glad I had you in my pocket though. I miss you. Less than a week left. I need a countdown clock. How are you so gentle? I don’t understand how a man can be more gentle and nurturing than the women I have worked with. I really like it when you hold my hand, especially because you initiate it. I don’t like the really sad look you get when you hold my hand though. You are spending this week loving on your grand baby doing all the things you were so upset that I didn’t get as a baby. It still grosses me out to think about it. Thanks for asking me if I needed you to stop last week. I could have kept going but it was nice to feel you care about my level of discomfort about the conversation. Now I know that I can trust you to keep an eye out for my limits and I can trust you to stop if I ask you to. You even managed to find a way to say it that I didn’t feel guilty. I still want to sleep on the couch in your waiting room... or in M. T’s guest room... either one... just want to feel like I am home. I need to print out pictures for you. You said you would like an image to go with all the important people I talk about. Would you sit next to me to look at the pictures? I can hardly imagine what it would feel like to have you beside me instead of in front of me but I might not let you move your chair back around. I miss you.