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The picture to the left is an areal photo of the St. Louis arch. The parking garage pictured just up from the arch is where Heather's water broke on November 25th, 2006. Heather and I were looking forward to seeing the arch up close with our friends Kevin and Shannon. Instead, six hours later we were meeting our son, Thomas Allan Friesen, for the first time. Determined not to be an Iowa native, Thomas was born 5 weeks early in St. Louis, Missouri where we were visiting our friends from Pasadena, California. He was a mere 5 lbs., 5oz. and 17.5 inches long. Though it certainly wasn't how we planned it, it was a wonderful experience and I think it
prepared us a little more for the spontaneous and unexpected nature of parenting. Needless to say I will never forget Thanksgiving 2006. My friend Kevin gave Thomas the fitting nickname, "Archie", which I think will probably stick for quite some time. Hopefully I'll still have some time to blog as I head out in the uncharted waters of parenting.
I've been too sad to blog about a significant loss in my life on my 6 year wedding anniversary. It was about 7AM on 6/24. Heather and I were getting ready to leave for La Jolla, CA to get away for a night. As usual I let Poirot out of his cage for a few minutes in the morning so he can climb around and get some excercise. Well, Heather opened the door to set a bag of trash out and he took off and flew out the door. We couldn't see where he flew to so we waited around for over an hour. I whistl
ed for him on our back patio and he finally showed up on our back patio awning. I saw him land and I put my finger up to the edge so he could get down and he got spooked and flew away. I never saw him again. I miss him a lot. For the past two years he has eaten breakfast with me almost every day, kept me company through countless books and papers for school, and sung me a song in the morning. I kept thinking he might show up, but I now am convinced I won't see him again. I know in Matthew 6:26 Jesus says our Heavenly Father feeds the birds, but I think God would have to drop buckets of birdseed on the ground in front of Poirot before he could make it out in the real world on his own. He really didn't exhibit any strong survival skills per se. Anyway, as dumb as he was, he was a great friend and I will miss him dearly.

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