Six Months Later…

"Just try your best to relax," Emma says, standing behind the couch and rubbing my shoulders. I have restless legs and can't settle my hands. This day is so intense. I look around the industrial loft we just renovated so Emma and I could finally move in together. I found a fantastic building in Emma's neighborhood that met all our needs--she can still walk to work, I have a studio for my furnace and kilns, and we have lots of space for her to set up a home ...