There's a lot of shit raining on me right now....but the only thing I can think of is how much I actually miss touch...
Like, when the Boy was younger...he'd hold my hand out of course when we'd go out. It was cute...and it, in some very small way, made me feel connected to him. He's grown too *old* for that at age 8...but he does still take my hand when we walk around the city....or even when we walk the dog.
Such a small gesture...
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