You know the saying… “First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby…”. My story starts a little differently. First came 5 wild years in the windy city where I searched for love and purpose in all the wrong places (hint: love isn’t in Wrigleyville at 2:30am & purpose can’t be found from a lonely cubicle in a towering high rise). Even though I didn’t find what I was searching for, Chicago ...