two thousand one hundred and ninety one days ago, i made kris go to the hospital – against her wishes if i recall – to get an official opinion on an unexpectedly bad migraine that came on quickly.
we were, of course, completely unaware that within twenty four hours odin would be born almost 4 months early and that we’d spent the next 96 days in intensive care with him.
6 years later. he’s big and strong and healthy and can barely be bothered to stop for a second, while playing with cousins on the shores of lake michigan, to let his poppi get a shot of the last day of five.
it’s impossible to imagine what the next six years will bring.