The month went by with Michael and Amber going down and emptying out her apartment. Wedding bells were getting closer with two months to go now. Amber was excited to be closing on the house as well. It seemed as if the house was bigger than the wedding. Michael moved in three weeks before their wedding date. He was getting it all settled and Amber stayed the weekend to give it that feminine touch. Then returned to Georgia to stay till their wedding which would be in Warton

The season began to change. Fall was settling in with the leaves changing, bring the crisp air with it. Michael loved the smell that fall brought in. Amber loved that coming up north gave her an excuse to do more shopping to fit the seasons and new styles she hasn’t had to deal with before. Both loved the fall that is why they choose to get married then. The wedding was soon approaching, Michael was out raking the leaves and doing some maintenance on the house. They did not want to change the house from the nature of how the home came about. Amber loved that this house came from a place of love and dedication to the ones other. Michael felt the same but would not admit it completely because he knew that he wanted to grow to have that love as strong for Amber to give her one of the things she saw as a dream to never happen.

While in the yard Michael pauses and just looks around the house to see all the minor details that are most likely over looked on a daily bases but each detail was chosen specially for that mans wife, and she had seen it as something special. This house was something he needed to look up to, to match. He did not have a religion or something like that. Not even a mentor he thought it made no sense to have one person teaching you and guiding you when they can only share what they know so you either match their intelligence or are stunted but what they only know or care to share. Looking at this house told him more than what anyone could share with him about the love that man had for his wife, and the knowledge he had to give the door frame on the side wall farthest from the garage door opening because when pulling in the car you would be closest or leaving the house. The man who designed this house was practical, know how those who were to come to this home would not wonder why things where where they were and not another place. Everything was in it’s place cause that is how it was suppose to be and the house knew we would live this way rather than we living and the house doing what we saw.

Thinking all this out Michael began to laugh at himself for giving so much to this home he barely knew. Not not that he barely knew this home. That fact he was justifying a house for being something to match his life to. He continued raking with this feeling of sillyness, but it would not be the last time he thought of the home this way.