The 0's

I just realized (while sitting at my desk at work, nearly alone on my floor and trying to decide whether I'd rather push through and finish this motion or go home now and work a few hours from there tomorrow) that when this decade began I was 16.

16.

I was a baby.

A baby with her first boyfriend, who had received her first kiss only 6 months prior, spent most of her time swimming, and planned to go to med school, be a doctor, and get married at 30.

And then I graduated high school, broke up with the first boyfriend (who was a great guy and whose positive influence on me and my self-esteem I am just fully beginning to grasp), had hip surgery, went to college, drank a lot, met JP at a bar after the first week of class, fell head over heels in love, quit swimming, got mono and spent 5 days in the hospital, fell even more in love, drank more, went sky diving, broke up with JP for a hellish few months, adopted a kitten, got back together with JP, decided to go to law school, graduated college, decided to get married, planned the wedding, finally got engaged, toured all around Europe for 5 weeks, got married at 22, moved to Chicago, started law school, had a baby at 24, graduated law school, bought a house, moved to Austin, adopted two labs, passed the Bar, started working in my first full-time job, became a litigator, and got pregnant again.

Whew. It's been an amazing 10 years. There's been some bad stuff in there, but mostly an enormous amount of good, and 2009 has been a great cap to an eventful decade. Nothing too big happened (besides the getting pregnant part, but that'll be bigger news next year), we mostly just floated along in our happy lives. We've found a groove that works for us most of the time. I love my job, I adore my family, and I'm nothing but optimistic about the future.

Now if only I could finish this motion...