So I figure an important part of this journey would be to start with a brief description of the beginning of my new life. Anyone who reads this has probably heard the stories before, but just in case some poor schmuck wanders onto my blog accidentally, here's the short version.
I have been "legally" married to my husband, Jonathan ("JB"), since the Fall of 2006 although I can easily say that my heart belonged to him the day we met in 1997. I was only 15, but I called my best friend at the time and told her that I was going to marry him. I just knew it. Don't know why or how, but I just did.
Since said revelation concerning my love life, I have graduated from college, graduated from law school, got my MBA, passed the bar and gotten married. Getting married was one of the best days of my life not only because I got to make it legal with JB, the love of my life, but also because of my stirring rendition of "Jesse's Girl" in front of everyone I know...on the stage...with a 12 piece band (I was actually somewhat sober, I swear).
It has now been 3.5 years since I got married and found out I passed the aforementioned torture test (the bar exam, not the wedding) and since then I have been practicing as a commercial real estate attorney specializing in mixed use and shopping center development working at my father's development company here in Dallas. Yes, I work for Daddy. No, I am not a moron who couldn't get a job anywhere else. I, like most of my friends, am a victim of the beginning of the end of the good economy of the early 2000's. When I graduated from law school, jobs were hard to come by for those of us who chose to have a life during law school (read: those crazy people who studied 24/7 and graduated at the top of our class had no trouble getting those big firm, slave labor jobs with amazing support from the university while the rest of us were left to fend for ourselves looking for work in small to medium boutique firms or government offices). So when Dad offered, I accepted and it has proved to be better and worse than I ever imagined.
After we were married in the Fall of 2006, we bought a shack in a ritzy 'hood and lived happily ever after until the clock starting ticking about 2 years ago. The interesting thing about this clock is that it wasn't mine; it was JB's. He saw 30 approaching fast and decided that he wanted to become a dad before then. The only issue was convincing me that I was ready. Eventually, he wore me down and in the Winter of 2008, we decided it was time to start trying for a baby. Long story short, 4 months of trying, two filets, one lobster tail and a bottle of champagne later, we accomplished our goal. After years of going to nice restaurants and really living it up on Valentine's Day, we decided to save a little cash, stay home and cook a good dinner in our pj's and just relax. Like I said, two filets, one lobster tail and a bottle of champagne later, and this whole adventure started. That was the most expensive Valentine's Day dinner EVER!!!
A couple of weeks later, we went and had more filets and lobster (do you see a pattern here?) to celebrate the 12th anniversary of our first date. This dinner is one of our little traditions. Plus, we had a great coupon for that restaurant! That was the last night of life as I knew it...
More to come later!
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