i could make roots here with you.

dear husbie,

i had a dream about our future.

i saw us in our house.

so henry/so clare.

it was two stories... carpeted stairs.

it was an old house, one that creaks with the wind

but feels safe.

it was storming outside

so we have this ritual.

i pick up a quilt and together we know what to do.

we happily go upstairs into our attic (yes, we have one of those that's small and shaped like a triangle cos of our roof)

and we lay side by side wrapped in blankets,

as close to the thunderstorm as we can be.

i love thunderstorms.

i would love them even more with you.

love,

your wifey xo

*pic off this cuuuute blog i'm glad to have found, Fanny from who else but Rock Star Diaries :)