2016 - Little Litty

2016 started off with adding our third to our family. Easter morning was here and I biked the twins to our friends house and then biked to the hospital. And before morning was over Lydia was here and we had our Swedish fika. Besides the epidermal running "late" and the rough n' tough Eastern Midwife ("just take the gas"), Lydia came quite nicely. We brought her home and we had our good-sized 5 person family in our tiny little apartment.

But then things quickly turned. You were back in the hospital, you had a temperature of 40, the mysterious infection was circulating in your blood and the doctor through out the word sepsis. Your mom was on a plane and in 72 hours was in Sweden. What a scary time. You realize how fragile life is. You ponder those dreaded thoughts. The thought that I could loose you. Besides the thought that I could be left to raise 3 kids alone ("don't you dare leave me"), there is also the sad thought that we would have had very little time together - only 7 years married, and we would have been robbed of a lifetime together.

God in his mercy gave us more time together. The Church prayed (again). The medicine worked. And you were there to greet your mom at the train station. Wow.

I think we squeezed the most we could out of 2016. We traveled to Norway, Germany, and to Latvia. We traveled to visit our friends in Borlange twice. And then we were on a plane back home. We arrived in Boston, for the mess that it was, we were on our last plane, drenched in sweat, and ready to be back home. We pulled up to our house and everything was back where it was when we left it.

What a full year! And this year I was so thankful to have you, to have not lost you, and have traveled the world with you. You are my constant in a wild world with so many unplanned adventures. And more to come.

So fun fact. I think this is the only picture of just us this year!

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