We are struggling to find the right house, for you, dear baby. When I think of home for you, it is not so much the interior that matters because I know that we will make it a home for you no matter what. It doesn't matter if the closests are small, the shower doesn't have steam capabilities and the oven isn't a Wolf. Instead I think of things like, where will you learn to swim?, where will you ride your bike?, where will you climb trees?, where will you dig for worms? and where will you find the perfect spot to build a fort? It is hard to imagine those things in the city of Chicago. I never see kids riding their bikes, and I understand why - their parents don't let them - it's too dangerous. I want you to feel safe, to never be limited because of fear. I want you to have neighborhood friends - friends that are friends because they live on your block or your street or nearby, and there is no such thing as a "play date" - you just go outside and they are there, welcoming you into whatever creative play exisits. If we preach against video games and television and desire an active lifestyle connected with nature like those we had when we were young, then we have to provide the optimum environment for you to engage in this lifestyle, and not restrict it with a barely-there yard, compressed, allergen-ladden houses and ultimately fear, fear that is stronger than all the tangible elements combined. As long as we are in this city, summers in Maine will be a must. They will be so sacred, so saturated with soon-to-be memories I am almost more excited for you to be an adult and be able to reflect on those magical moments of playing with cousins, of smelling the sea, of eating lobster rolls on patina picnic tables and of watching the sky burst open with stars as you fall asleep and dream of worms.