Six years

We arrived in Montreal last night, and life has been a whirlwind. In the past five days, we have trekked from Chicago to Ann Arbor to Toronto and finally here. When we stepped into our apartment, it was cold and rainy outside, and I felt such relief to land in the place we will spend the next two weeks. But the apartment was old and creaky, and the there’s a half-foot elevation change between the front door and the back patio, which is evident in the bowed wooden floors.

The toughest decision I’ve made

When Henry was about a year old, Greg and I started to talk about having another baby. We were out on a walk, pulling the kids in a wagon, and they were so darling together, with Eleanor singing and Henry giving hearty belly laughs. I imagined Thanksgiving and Christmas with three kids or get-togethers in 20 years with all of those adult children.