The first year we were married, we ate rice, beans and salsa to get by.
And had three dollar pasta nights. A one dollar box of pasta, so we could splurge on the two dollar bottle of sauce. Date nights consisted of sitting in Barnes & Noble for hours, and dreaming over our one shared bottle of Nantucket Nectars what our life might one day look like.
There is no doubt about it, we did not choose the easiest road.
I was thinking this morning, that if I had taken one of those law firm offers nearly six years ago….I guess right about now I’d be a pretty high ranking associate. Maybe on the partnership track. I would have a closet full of power suits and more sensible shoes than I’d know what to do with. Closed toed. Nothing controversial. And yes, there would probably be a lot more Louis Vuitton in my life. We would have some fabulous apartment on the Upper East Side, with views of the Park and local to the most exclusive private pre-K program in the City. So that our one day future children would have the best start in life. We would have season passes to the Met and someone else’s art on our walls. And every year we would throw the best rooftop clambake the firm had ever seen.
It would be a fine life. But it would not be ours.
The road that we have taken is paved in determination. It is broken in the places where we have stumbled, and it rises in the times that we have stood. Arms stretched out, it reaches for the horizon. Pointing the way ever onward, to kind of life you only get when you reside in the unknown. When you face every ledge with a willingness, and a belief in the possibility, to leap. Sometimes a tentative step forward. Eyes closed, the wind knocked out of you. Sometimes a full on sprint. But whatever it has been, it is the road that we have built. Together. Ours is not a life that everyone will understand. That everyone will get. But that’s why it’s ours.
And I’ll tell you this.
There isn’t an easy street out there that could ever take the place of that.