It was the most untimely Chicago blizzard I’d known of in years. The Shamrock Shuffle of 2009 which would be my first year of a now much anticipated tradition. Wowza…nine years sure did go by at a speed I never truly anticipated possible. And it turns, you know…the universe as we know and hold it …
Spring in Chicago is finicky at best. Sometimes she’s an absolute stunner-fully her immaculate self in bloom. These are the days when everything in life feels…possible again. Youth is remembered and embodied, laughter rolls from our faces with an organic ease, because it’s challenging not to smile when the sun is shining down on us. …