This morning I watched her dress.
The black sports bra and black Under Armour.
The baggy pants.
Tan short sleeve shirt.
A tan belt cinched around her hips.
Green jacket left unbuttoned.
Black socks tucked her her pants.
Pants tucked into her boots.
Shoe strings wrapped around twice.
Jacket zipped, velcroed, and set in place.
Hair in a bun.
With each item covering her nakedness from my sight
I felt the Army was taking her away from me again.
I had to cover my mouth to keep from crying.
Not that it mattered. I didn't succeed.
Yes, bloggy world.
So that means I'm back.