She smiles fondly at the gift in her hands once it's opened, glad to have memories they've made in this book and not ones that had to be reconstructed because his own memories weren't right. They weren't her.

Funny that she'd put together something similar for Tim this year. "Open it, silly."

A pretty blue, leather-bound journal filled with many of her favourite memories from the past year. Pictures of a birthday; one of Tim crashed out on the sofa after a particularly long day with a book resting half over his face. Little moments. Big moments. Poems that she thought he'd like that reminded her of him. Things he'd said that made her smile.

"Merry Christmas, Tim."