I Built Us A House

Not a real house. I'm not the type to make floor plans chop wood insulate all that jazz. That's not me. But what I am, is a visionary. I can see it so clear. A two story house. With a fenced in yard, deck in the back for get togethers in the summer. Upstairs is the bedrooms of our kids. Julius is on the left and Aria is on the right. Their rooms plastered with posters and stickers of artist and bands or girly stuff (I'll leave that part of imagination up to you). Down the hall is our room. Our huge bed that you take up most of us in the center of the wall. A opening outward window to the right that points over the backyard so on warm days we can sit and watch the kids play. Hardwood floors all over the house except in the living room. Carpet. It will tell of many stories from baby's first steps to the spills of our fun nights together being goofy spilling food or random liquids. It will tell of the nights we'd lay by the fire place and just talk. Just explore each other's minds. The dining room will glow of joy from the many family dinners and get togethers. The kitchen will vibrate from the amount of energy spent in it from us making dinners to snacks to just scrounging for food in the late hours being goofy. That's the house I've built. Like I said I can't build a house, but what I can do is envision it. It's the only thing that keeps me going.