We spent the whole next week focusing on finishing the roof and the windows of our little cottage. Every morning, we’d walk through the woods together, tools in hand, ready to work side by side. The small team of men who helped us were always cheerful, telling us stories about the place and making us laugh, but the moment it was just Damon and me, the world would go soft and quiet, like it knew this spot was only ours.
By the time the work was done, the cottage looked brand new, yet still held that old, warm feeling it always had. The stone walls were clean and strong, the roof was tight and fresh, and the windows now shone bright, letting sunlight pour deep into every room inside. We spent one whole afternoon just standing in each empty room, imagining where the bed would go, where the t
