This has nothing to do with any legal issues, but I just so happen to be exploding with joy and happiness right now — and wanted to share it with the whole world.
This February, the First Amendment Lawyers’ Association meeting was in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico. As the meeting date also coincided with my girlfriend’s birthday, I made it a twofer.
While we were there, Jennifer conceived. According to the gynecologist, the date of conception was Feb. 22, 2008 — which makes a lot of sense, because we had a particularly spirited drunken tryst that day. Yep, some great scuba diving, some great mojitos with some of my best friends, a little whisper of “lets go take a nap,” in my ear, and a new life begins.
No, it wasn’t planned… but that doesn’t diminish the joy one bit. Nobody plans to win the lottery either — and this beats the living daylights out of winning the lottery! This just shuffled up the order of our plans a little bit.
And yes, I’m making an “honest woman” out of her. So it looks like at the tender young age of 38, I’m getting tied down…hitched… off the market. I’m a bit stunned that she said “yes,” since I managed to stammer and stutter out the worst proposal ever offered to a woman. It was pathetic… really really bad. I think that the words “might as well” were used.
She has confirmed that it was the most miserable proposal ever – but that she’d give me the rest of my life to make it up to her. I just can’t believe my good fortune. I have had accomplishments in my life that have swelled my ego — but for this girl to want to both marry me and have my children… wow… WOW… I must be either the coolest or the luckiest guy in the world. Probably the latter.
Everyone, meet Mrs. Legal Satyricon, the future Jennifer Lynne Randazza. I look forward to introducing you to the third member of the family as soon as he or she is ready to make an appearance.