I remember you…grabbing your Daddy’s BDU blouse he’d casually tossed on the couch after work. You wrapped it around your adorable toddler self and pattered around the living room, the hem of the shirt dragging on the ground behind you, the sleeves so long they tripped you.
You were still little enough to have dimples in your elbows.
I remember the morning you crammed your Barney backpack full of crayons, coloring books, and Matchbox cars so you could go to work with Daddy. I still have the photo of you both posing by the door before you left: him, tall and handsome in his blues; you, standing on tiptoe to reach up for his big hand.
I never imagined you’d go into the military, too.
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