I Want....

I’m listening to thunder rumble and roll, wave after wave, each one louder than the last. I can imagine guns firing as if a battle is raging all around me, except I’m sitting here safe inside my home. That says a lot about where my thoughts have been today. I’ve been edgy and weepy for no good reason. I knew it would be this way; it’s just very disconcerting when it seems to come out of the blue. I want to wrap TB in bubblewrap so he doesn’t get hurt again if he falls on a narrow, rocky mountain path. I want to design an impenetrable shield that will protect him from flying bullets and incoming mortars. I want him to come home the same way he was when he left – in every way. I want the impossible.