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.
your wifey xo