P.S. I Love You

It's 3am and Dave is in the other room trying to resolve an issue at work.  He's on call this weekend and something is not working.   I wish there was something I could do to help him.   I wish that he could go to bed and try again in the morning but he says that one of the main people will be really upset if it's not working.  I hate that.  Poor guy has been up for almost 20 hours and there is no way that he could be thinking clearly.  My gut tells me that he'd be able to figure it out if he just got some rest.  I asked if he wanted to take a quick nap, that I would personally stay awake to wake him back up but he didn't want to do that.  I think I've inherited my mother's desire to "fix" things.  I just hate seeing him stressed, irritated, and exhausted.  I want to make things better.  

Before this issue, we watched the end of P.S. I Love You.  It was on t.v. and after watching two sets of commercials we decided to pop in the DVD.   Gosh, I love that movie.  It kills me emotionally but I love it.  We first saw it on New Year's Eve in 2007.   It was our first New Year's together so it has personal significance to us.  Add to that the main character deals with the death of her husband in the exact way I imagine I would if Dave were to die and it shot it's way up to my top three movies of all time.  Seriously, I cry every twenty minutes while watching it but I love that it moves me in such a way.  It's not something I can watch whenever because I need to recover from it afterward but yeah, I love that movie.  Apparently it was based off a book.  That might just be the next book on my list. 

Mainly, that movie makes me value my husband in a visceral way.  Now that he is struggling with this issue in the other room, it drives me crazy.  I love that man more than I ever thought possible.