Me and Jayme right now are sharing a small one bedroom apartment. It is cramped, has very loose outlets, (you don’t know the importance of a well fitting outlet until you have dealt with this trash) no A/C, and has lead me to become a serial spider killer. It has plenty of flaws and I could keep counting, but the most important thing about it to me is that it is ours. When we are both home and the sun is setting we can lock the door behind us. That small, cramped, buggy, old, and worn out place becomes something much more. It is a sanctuary. It is a place the provides refuge from a sometimes brutal world full of anger, frustration, and loss. When we are together, and that door is locked, there are only two things that exist in this world. Me and the Woman who makes this place home.

And when you really get right down to it, having a home in the sense we do, having each other, like we have each other, is there anything else that is needed? Sure there are a lot of details to complete this picture of life, but we will figure those out, we have the brushes and canvas, our masterpiece is a work in progress.

I feel so fortunate to know my future so well. there might be plenty of uncertainty of how we will get there, but I know who will be riding shotgun on my journey there.

Just a couple photos Jayme had on her phone, I tricked her into sending them 🙂