Once upon a time, there lived a princess. And by princess, I mean a yuppie. This yuppie loved a lot of things. She loved her job. She loved her dog. She loved her friends. But most of all, this yuppie loved her wine.
One day, the yuppie princess realized something terrible had happened in her kingdom. And by kingdom, I mean her refrigerator. Some evil force had come in and made all of the wine magically disappear. The timing could not have been worse, for the long-awaited New Year's Eve ball was just about to begin. And by ball, I mean.... oh forget it. This is hardly a fairytale.
On New Year's Eve 2011, I had no idea that my life was about to change forever. It started out like any normal Saturday. I let the dog out, brushed my teeth, let the dog in, threw on my boots, and went shopping. After spending my entire fourth quarter bonus at Elie Tahari, I got a text from one of my girlfriends asking if I wanted to help her run some errands before her party that night. I let her know I had to pick up a few bottles of wine first. She let me know she'd meet me at the liquor store, but her friend Andy would have to come with her then. I didn't really think anything of it.
I shopped for a few more hours, and headed right to the liquor store. My hair was a wreck, and I was basically in the same sweats I'd been wearing since the night before, but I figured I'd shower later. Who was I trying to impress.
When I got to the liquor store, I realized exactly who. My friend's random guy friend was pretty hot. And here I was pretty much looking like a homeless person. Super. Thankfully, we both ended up at her party that night, and some social lubricant helped us overcome that horrendous first impression... and then some.
Things got pretty intense pretty fast, and we really, truly fell hard for each other. But then, last spring, our love drunk, googly eyed lifestyle got a generous dose of holy crap when we found out I was pregnant. To say I freaked out would be a major understatement. From what I had seen in my life, most relationships that are faced with an unplanned baby implode pretty spectacularly. As much as I loved Andy, I feared that our brand new relationship would fare no better.
It turns out, I was wrong. Andy didn't take off. He didn't freak out. He wrapped his arms around me, told me we'd be okay, and we never looked back. Sure, it's been a challenge, but today neither one of us could imagine life without our amazing son. A lot of things have changed in the last year, but the one thing that has been constant is that we're a team, we don't quit, and that we love each other always.
Now, we're getting married! On our first Christmas Eve, while dinner was cooking and we were opening presents with our newborn son, I got the proposal every girl deserves. My life may not have gone in the order I imagined it would, but it's mine and I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm sure trying to plan a wedding while raising an infant will pose its own unique challenges, but if it's like the rest of our relationship has been, it will be well worth the ride.
