Dear T,
While walking to my car, I think I figured out what that started again, the look for some sort of paternal acceptance figure, after all that time: I became a mother. I'll need to think on it some more, but that makes sense. It drew me back to my childhood and those unmet needs.

Had this been a couple years ago, I probably would have sent you a sentence or two email telling you what I realized. But I can just wait until Thursday.

Love,
LT