I hear him whistling upstairs, warm from a shower.

I love the sound of his voice, the touch of his hand.

The dogs are cupped within each other, sisters by choice.

Our cat, a heaving pile of copper. An asshole, but loved for what he stands for.

This house is too small – too limited to the big dreams the three of us have.

When we have our own house…..

there will be a huge kitchen

and tons of storage

with a place for tools and wood and home brewing.

We always have an unfinished puzzle on the coffee table and I think it fits.

She tells me:

I want to move to Paris.

I will be the world’s greatest chef.

And I believe her.

Because in this family -

Anything is possible

Everything is possible

But you have to want it

More importantly, you have to work for it.

Because most things that “fall in your lap”, are just crumbs. Nothing substantial.

You couldn’t find a luckier woman than me.