Gemotions

"Climb a mountain" – the first item on the tattered piece of paper. Sarah’s breath hitched. She fingered the worn leather of the list, a list that had been hidden in her husband, David's, worn backpack. She imagined him, always dreaming, always wanting more.

She walked into the kitchen, a spring in her step. The scent of coffee, brewed perfectly, filled the air. She reached for the phone. "Hello, Mom? I'm coming to visit. And yes, I'll bring the apple pie recipe.” She’d been putting it off for months.

She couldn't stop smiling. She made a mental note to spend extra time with their kids tonight. Reading to them, playing with them. Being present. She understood the true value of all the things he wanted, all the things he never got around to.