She was staring at the checklist.
She groaned, “Will there ever be a time when there aren’t still a dozen things to do?”
He picked up the list, slowly ripped it in pieces and dropped it in the trash.
“Whenever you like,” he said. “You are not for the checklist. The checklist is for you.”
Her shoulders dropped, and she mirrored his smile.
She pounced on the trash, gathered the pieces and taped them back together. She sighed and resolved to watch what she said out loud around that one.