I could tell when Stephen hopped on a plane to Chicago two weeks after Beck was born to find us a home in Evanston that he was nervous. Probably in part because he was leaving his emotionally and hormonally challenged wife at home alone with a new baby but also because it was up to him to find us a house that we would all feel was our home. He did very well. Just a short walk and I still feel like I live near the coast or on an island. Home Sweet Home.
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