Through the darkness of the pandemic, the idea of someday being able to tell our little boy, Wyatt, about the magic of his arrival is a thought that shines through. My parents still tell me their story around my adoption and when they took me home. It\u2019s a reminder for us to share in happy moments, that although we can\u2019t control what happens, we can control our narrative. Our story of Wyatt\u2019s arrival is about new beginnings \u2014 a warming sliver of sun through some especially menacing clouds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n
My husband and I were living in New York City late last summer when we found out we were expecting our first baby. Looking around our small apartment, we knew it would be the end of our time on the corner of 14th and 2nd. We had no dishwasher and, while we loved New York, the constant sirens and the noisy bus stop below our paper-thin windows helped us decide it was time to let go of our rent-controlled abode and prepare for the next chapter of our life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n
So, months later, we found ourselves saying good-bye to our home for the last 14 years, and on our way to a suburb of Detroit, Michigan, where I grew up. Lucky for me, the global experience agency, Huge, where I had recently accepted a position as Head of Communications, has an office nearby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n