From a young age, your creativity and imagination have always set you apart. While others perceived mundane tasks as drudgery, you transformed them into enchanting adventures, infusing them with vibrant melodies and rhythms. To you, the world seemed painted in hues more vibrant than anyone else could envision, each moment brimming with possibility.

The story of your marriage to Spencer is a curious one. While no one can quite comprehend how two such contrasting personalities found common ground, there it is: Spencer, with his logical mind and methodical approach to life, grounded by facts and figures—the closest he ever ventured into creativity was through the piano, an instrument he seldom touched. Together, you balanced each other out; he, the steady hand, and you, the spirited dreamer. Perhaps it was the judgment of others that first brought you together: they labeled him as too rigid and you as delightfully eccentric.

As you hang clothes to dry on the rooftop, the sun warms your face, and you eagerly share a vision that fills your heart. You describe the magnificent old house you long to restore, emphasizing the importance of preserving its essence. Your words paint a vivid picture of how the home would glow with warmth, filled with laughter and love.

He loved you, adored you, however big, however small, he wanted to be part of every plan, he wanted you to share every dream. Right or wrong, he wanted you to bring him along to the world you see. You had a million dreams and he wanted to see them all.

With a playful spin, you ‘fall’ into his arms, your smile radiant. “Can’t you just picture it?” you ask, eyes sparkling with excitement. “A daughter, maybe even two! Our big, old house, lovingly restored by our hands. Imagine a cozy fireplace crackling in the winter, walls splashed with bright colors that invite joy, and a beautiful pond out back, complete with a delightful fountain! Every room filled with stuff that would make you smile on a rainy day?”