And every night we tells the tale of history back...

I had just gone to sleep last night when I heard May getting out of bed. I asked where she was going and she said "I'm going to sleep with Adam." I told her to stay with me and she said, "I don't even know who you are." I said I was her husband and she said, "You're kidding. Since when?" I said since 30 years ago. She didn't believe me. So I walked her back:

Do you remember the farm?

Yes.

I was there.

Do you remember Annie?

Annie, yes.

She's our daughter.

We made Annie?

Yes we did. And she will be 28 years old on her next birthday, so it's a good thing we've been married 30 years.

She said she just couldn't make sense of it. We stayed awake for about 30 minutes trying to make our history stick in her head. We made only a little progress. This morning we were back on the "this is MY house" track. I was taking a bath and she came in and sat down on the floor next to the tub. She said she needed to talk to me and I said okay. "This is MY house," she started. "I've had it for a long time..." She paused and I took the opportunity to say it's OUR house, your name AND my name are on the deed. "I'd like to see that deed," she said.