Let me start out by speaking a truth—I love gifts, I love to buy them and I love to receive them. I select and give presents with sincerity and attention and I open packages with the enthusiasm of an energetic five-year-old. I have the blessing of being married to a man who is not only unfailingly generous, but also loves to buy extraordinary gifts. I truly do appreciate how fortunate I am.

Yet, today, when I was asked what one gift I would wish for, there were no “things” or “experiences” that came to mind. Instead, the only word that came to mind was time. I thought about my longing for one more conversation with those I love who are no longer with us, the chance to say all the things I wish I had said, to feel the warmth of their love and light before it was lost to me forever.

I thought about the time that I wish we had with our kids and grandkids. We are blessed with a big family and we do try hard to see everyone and spend time. It is not always easy and we are not perfect in our efforts, despite good intentions. I remember my childhood, spending time at my grandmother’s every weekend, being with my cousins so much that we are still more like siblings than cousins. What an incredible gift that is and how difficult to achieve with families scattered across the country.

Even our dear and beloved friends are relegated to the “when we can find time” category and finding that time is also a challenge. Our lives are full, that is for sure, and we take for granted that there will be tomorrow or next week or next year, despite the fact that we know that nothing in life is guaranteed.

I can’t create time, I can’t open a beautiful ribboned box and find it inside. I can’t turn back the clock or slow down the minutes. But I can try to remember that every moment is unique and unrepeatable and every one of them counts. Holding that thought, valuing the moment, clearly vital to helping fill our full hearts.