The twenty seventh day of the first month of the happily ever after
Once upon a time, in a small cold village in the northern tundra, there lived a couple. Â A Husband and a Wife.
Since introduction they were kindred spirits, best friends and had almost  heroic strength to fight off the tragedies that surrounded them in their first years of courtship.Â
In one of their most busy years at the turn of a century, they were married. It was a grand celebration. A wonderful feast and even better drink. Even the kings of the land, who had endured great sickness and near death attended the gala.Â
That same year the husband presented an opportunity to open a town store, a store specializing in vast arrays of goods for the lower surface of a room.
At the same time of opportunity, the Husband and Wife were loosing the patriarchs of each of their families. As both those patriarchs slowly passed, they left the Husband and Wife with great words of guidance, and support, direction and praise.
They also warned of the realm of greed and distortion.
The Husband and Wife became pregnant with their first son.
On a lot of gravel and grit, the two endured the first year of the shops birth with joy and adversity.Â
Into the second year of the little shops existence the Husband and Wives families began to fall. The spirits of loved ones leaving their small cold northern village to join the hereafter.Â
Small churches and dust roads became uncomfortably familiar to the pair. But together, with each precession, they drew strength, and humility. They matured together and came to understand the endurance that was life.
And the shop grew, and the reputation established.
And the couple had their second son.
The Husband took charge of the shop, and established a sharp wit, Â knowledge and understanding. He was afforded the opportunity because of his vision, and it grew. And all were happy.
Everyday their adoring sons, waited and watched for their hero to come home. And everyday he arrived, more tired and more discouraged.Â
Though they had endured heartache in the past, the trepidation that the family suffered because of the ugliness that hung over the little shop became all consuming. Their lives got more difficult, less able to see the forest through the trees.
And still the little shop grew.
The wife then joined the little shop, in hopes to help, and was stifled. She was dispirited and demoralized. As were all the other helpers that joined in to work at the little shop.
In the years to follow the Husband and Wife began to drift apart, their love unwavering, but spirits extinguished, and the little shop, and their passion became only endurable. A bone of contention between the two.
And still with steadfast effort and determination, the little shop continued to grow.
Their sons, they also grew. The Husband and Wife stood wholly and  undivided in parenthood together, and gleamed at every sight of their young growing children. That strength, even the dark couldn't reach.
And then one day, the twenty seventh day of the first month of the rest of their lives.......it all changed.Â
The Husband and Wife found their strength and rose above the shadow. They together decided they would rather lose their little store, the one that the two had built together, than be subject further, to the wrongdoings they had sustained for years.Â
And with that brave show of strength and solidarity, the story turned from a dark tale, into one of flooring and fairies.Â
The Husband and Wife did everything they could to make the store theirs, and theirs alone. They climbed mountains of steel and stone at the windiest corners of the land. The two took great risk. They pleaded their case to the highest lords of lend, All with the hope to extinguish the nay sayers forever. Â In hopes to celebrate their opportunity and also to celebrate those that had supported the shops journey in the small cold village in the northern tundra.
And so the story goes, the two prevailed.
They won the long bloody battle, eliminated the dark force from their land and were able to see the light through the trees in all it wonderous independence and opportunity.Â
'EVERY NEW BEGINNING COMES FROM SOME OTHER BEGINNING'S END'Â