Dreams drift softly up and out and filter to the unknown expanse called the future.
Dreams of this land.
A venue to call their own and raising of the walls to form it.
Dreams of the memories this space would hold, the people they would touch. Dreams of laughter and marriage and faint “I dos” carried out into the open sky. Dreams of running it side by side.
Dreams of their family and their memories that would both together grow here.
And dreams (like much in life) are more rich, more abundant, more lavish with the one you love dreaming your dream–their dream–together….