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May 7, 2009
When you are not here with me, you call to tell me bedtime stories, and Iím close to you. When you are not here, I smile at my two-legged elephant and picture you carefully drawing, just for me. When you are not here, I wear your vest we both (simultaneously) fit into and know you purposely left it for me. When you are not here, I anticipate the next time a door will open so I can walk into your arms, and I am beyond excited. But when you are not here, who is going to button my new coat?