it’s been more than a decade since i’ve lived in chicago and every so often when i visit i get a little nostalgic about the city of brotherly love. an early morning run along the lakeshore is one of those times.
also, holy waaaa, the lake level is the highest i’ve seen it in years.
frida is not normally a fan of playing fetch but when there’s another dog and water involved she clearly enjoys herself.
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.