For a little bit of background, you may want to read my previous post.
>How this arrangement came to be is an even longer story, involving a birthday, my husband, his best friend, the Fiancée, their roommate, and yours truly. It takes place in a sleepy southwest college town in the dead of winter. Maybe I’ll write it down one day, but that’s a long one.
This is me [https://imgur.com/7D2uEct](https://imgur.com/7D2uEct) [https://imgur.com/XJe4oAo](https://imgur.com/XJe4oAo)
Spring in Salt Lake City. We were staying at an Airbnb. Quaint but giant, perfect for the inordinate amount of children Mormon’s tend to have, it housed our group of eight just so. The floors creaked, especially the stairs, a foolproof signal to mark approach of others. I was the one doing the creaking this morning, as I gingerly crept down the stairs. They groaned in agony beneath my bare feet, I hissed under my breath at the sound. It was 6am, my eyes had opened and would not close again, so I set off in search of coffee, disturbing the peace of the house as I went.