Listening to “More Time” by Need To Breathe. It’s the song Jami set our Christmas movie to.
The other day I ejected a movie from my laptop. The title, “P.S. I Love You,” was written in Wayne’s handwriting on the DVD.
It’s about a terminally ill man. That’s all I know because it’s what Wayne told me the day he handed me the disc. He looked over my shoulder as he said it. Careful not to make eye contact as I crumbled in front of him.
Anyway. There’s a part that says, “I hope that you could understand that this is not what I had planned…please don’t worry now…it will turn around…”
I find myself saying these words to Caeden over and over.
And when I can’t, I just play the song in the MDX, at home while he takes a bath, or even when making dinner.
“I need more time … Just a few more months and we’ll be fine…”