Was feeding Wayne yesterday when he refused the food, sat and stared at me.
It was exactly like we do when we think or do know someone and the wheels are going.
“It’s me, Jean, your wife. Wayne and Jean and Brian and Mark.”
He focused a bit and then smiled enough to light up the ward.
“I love you.”
(Again, we were sitting with the cop and his wife and he just marveled. Told Wayne he loved his big smile.He hasn’t spoken those words in awhile. “Merry Christmas to me:)