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Tuesday, July 10, 2012


As I turn 32 years old today, I think back on where I was, and what I was doing ten years ago.  One could do this every year, but this year is significant for me.  Ten years ago I had just graduated from college and the whole world stretched before me.  I made a choice to attend law school in Los Angeles, never having visited there before, and was ready to take the leap into the great unknown...imagining the reality of it to be a cross between Legally Blond and Pretty Woman (without the prostitution, of course).

In July of 2002 I was turning 22 and I wasn't even dating my future husband...I wasn't dating anyone.  In fact, on my 22nd birthday I was working at Outback Steakhouse and was the last one to leave.  I remember I was so annoyed because a party of 10 came in at around 9:45pm and they were super ridiculous and let their children (toddlers) order from me, even though NONE of them knew how to read or what was on the menu at all.  It was torture standing there waiting for a 4 year old to decide what to order for dinner at 10pm.  I mean, who does that?  If you have ever been a server, then you will understand.

The next morning I was set to fly out to Los Angeles, to find an apartment and visit my law school for the first time.  The goal of the trip was to secure a residence and figure out the lay of the land so that when I moved out there in August to start school, I would be ready.  I had no fear -- I just knew that I was supposed to take this journey and I was focused.  I was renting a car for the first time, driving the Los Angeles freeways for the first time, renting an apartment for the first time...it felt like a coming of age movie and it was thrilling.

So, on my 22nd birthday I collected around $100 in tips, showered the restaurant funk off and turned into bed ready to face my future, which I believed would start, in earnest, the very next morning.  And it did.

I have been with the man I ended up marrying ever since July 11, 2002 (to be clear, I knew him before that, but we did not really start dating until that day).  I have circled back to the Midwest by way of Beverly Hills and now live even closer to that particular Outback Steakhouse than I did the summer I worked there.  The last ten years have gone by in what feels like a mere moment and so very many blessings have come my way.  As I watch Cameron and Henry, I pray that I can be present in the time I have with them -- that I don't constantly look to the clock to gauge how long it will be until we move on to the next thing.  I strive to savor each little laugh, spontaneous dance move and milestone of their lives as I know their childhoods are a blip on our timeline.

My work has taken on a mind of its own and for the first time in a long time I am excited about the future of my career.  I have taken the wheel, received some true blessings from unexpected sources, and have no fear about the course I am steering.  I don't think it would have worked this way a couple years ago, but at this point in my life I am ready to leap.

This birthday crept up on me and here I sit, thankful for the past and present and dreaming once more about the future stretching out before me... As Cam would say, "It's Mommy's Happy Day!"