June 16th, 2023

Everything was going pretty well.

My boys asked me to come over to their house for dinner. We laughed about a few things. I got Lillian ready for bed after her bath. Then I decided to go home.

On the way home I randomly decided to shuffle a country playlist, giving no thought toward what that would mean.

If ANY of you knew my husband, you know he was a country boy. I don’t just mean that he listened to country music a lot. I mean he WAS a bonafide, tried and true, country boy, born and raised.

It’s no surprise that some songs he loved came on. Songs he “dedicated” to me. Songs he said were about us over the years we were together. Some oldies but goodies and some newer.

Snapback. My T-Shirt. Body Like a Back Road. God Blessed the Broken Road. Meant to Be. Like I’m Gonna Lose You. In Case You Didn’t Know. Made. The Day Before You. God Gave Me You. Let’s Make Love. I Can Love You Like That. I Love the Way You Love Me. I Need You. I Want Crazy. It Goes Like This. Wanted. It’s Your Love. Waitin’ On A Woman. My Person. My Best Friend. Take Me There. She’s My Kind of Rain.

Every single one is a song that, at some point or another, Scott texted me or told me saying “this song is about us” or “every time I hear this, it’s like they wrote it for me and you.”

I only heard two of them (they came on back to back) on my way home but, oh, music carries weight. It holds memories and dreams. It holds love, happiness, and promise. Some promises that we don’t have anymore. And so I began thinking of the rest of them.

They make me thankful for what we had, something that I know some people never find in a lifetime. They make me sad for what we have senselessly and suddenly lost. They make me remember and never want to forget. And I know that, anytime I hear these songs, I never will.

Please…tell somebody you love very much that you love them, very much, right now. Don’t let a moment go to waste. ♥️