Gemotions

The house was still, the children were asleep. Ethan, perched on the edge of the bed, held the notebook close. He had found it tucked under his wife, Grace’s, pillow. She was so very protective of her privacy.

The story was about their life, their love. He was struck by the way she saw him, the way she had described their moments. The memories, so ordinary at the time, were rendered as extraordinary.

Tears welled in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. A gentle ache filled his heart, a deep appreciation for the life they had built together. He felt a new level of connection with her, a deeper understanding of her heart.