Our Story | New Chicago Memories & The “Meme of Love”

Up until last Thursday, Chicago still belonged to just Maureen and I. As I wrote in “Our Story | The Windy City” before we left Austin, Maureen and I met in Chicago, were married here, had our first apartment and house here. After we landed on Thursday, though, at 4:30pm, we began to write a new chapter and create new memories with our children. It stopped being only our story. It is important to point out the difference between meme and memories. Memories are specific things, and a meme is an idea. The most important meme that we needed to share with our children is the meme of love, Maureen and my love for each other and our love for them, and how, if they propagate that love, they can be “love mirrors,” as I told my daughter in a text last night. Like light, love can reflect, but rather than the mirror being a reflective surface, with love, the reflection comes from another’s heart. I will come back to the meme of love, after spending a little time with our memories. Of course, the most important place to start any Chicago memory is with pizza, and so, we popped out, after settling into our hotel, and grabbed some deep dish at Giordano’s. I think my son’s words put it best, “it is a whole new world.” You could see the joy in his face as he enjoyed this finest of Chicago delicacies. As a dad, it was just great to be with he and my daughter, enjoying both the time and the food, as well as bringing back some goodies for Maureen and Katelyn in the room. I knew the weekend...

Our Story | The Windy City

20 years ago, Maureen and I drove from Chicago to Austin as we opened a new chapter in our lives together. We made the trek to Austin driving through the mid-section of the US in our beloved little Acura Integra. It was a 2 door hatchback, and it was the first car we bought together. Most of our stuff was in a moving truck, but we filled up our Integra and packed it pretty tightly, leaving a small spot in the middle of the folded down back seats for our beloved Malibu, our Keeshound, our first dog. As we tell our kids, Malibu was our “first child!” Today, we are in seats 34A, 34B, 35A, 35B and 36A on our way back up to Chicago for a family weekend. We wouldn’t fit in our Acura Integra anymore, not with the blessings of our children, Taylor, Kyla and Katelyn, now in our lives. We are not only going to Chicago for some fun together, but we are also making the trek, because Maureen and I have some stories we want to tell our kids together. Chicago is where Maureen and I met; where Maureen and I were married; where Maureen and I had our first apartment; where Maureen and I had our first house. This is our origin story. This is the story of how the seeds of our love were planted, nourished and have now blossomed into our cherished family of five. For those that have read a few of our posts here or at CaringBridge or Rallyhood already, you know that Maureen and I are claiming our story in...