Our House

Today I showed a new guest the work Ali and I have done to remodel our house. Coming home tonight, I thought about how I do that with new folks, and how nice it would be if I could show guests the house that Ali and I have built. The one made from stolen glances, shared smiles and the occasional tear. The one I'm most proud of.
And for good reason too. Our relationship has come so far since a fledgling weekend in New Orleans. We've got something tangible. Something beautiful. Ali called me out this weekend for not paying so much attention to her the last couple of weeks. She said I haven't really talked to her.
Her words hurt, but they were right. She makes me walk the line. That's what I think the difference is, we discuss, and we self-correct. I did need to talk to her more. I think that sometimes I take it for granted that she knows things. Like she's always with me and hears all my conversations. She's a little bird on my shoulder. Just kidding, but when you spend so much of your life with someone, it feels like your lives become one. And you take for granted that they can read your thoughts, after all, you share one mind.
Here's our house, guests. I love Alison with all of my soul. I always will.

*Note that she points out where our house needs tidying. She's a good housekeeper.