Love nest in Concho, Arizona, building the dream one twig at a time.

It breathes. The pulse and heartbeat felt like a sonogram reflected in digital pictures and the scaffold that Bill climbs up to focus his lens on. Look at it now, look at it this way because by tomorrow sheet rock will replace the raw wooden form. Insulation will be sprayed onto the metal as the winds speak outside. The players are blinded by a mutual vision to create one place. A unit that was hauled into conversation that weaved around love and as cactus needles stuck to our socks-causing unseen pain, as water dripped through the unreachable holes and as we jumped up and down because our feet were cold, we kept going.

There are no delays in our love and no delays in our goals. We grabbed it and held on. We waited for approvals and plans to be understood and gas mileage to tally up from drives into town for more nails and sealer.

Exhale.