“It’s your Life List from our meal at the diner. I saved the napkin and framed it so you could have something to look at when you get out of bed in the morning. Good days and lots of memories to be had.” She shrugs, color creeping up her neck, and her dark hair curtains her face. “I figured when you accomplished something on the list, you could take it out, cross it off, and add something new.”
