J on Sunday night, preparing a case for his first potential client (yes, I am fully aware that my Christmas tree is still up):
Yesterday was J's first day at the firm, and it went very well. I was hoping he'd be able to pick me up from the subway station near our apartment after I got home from work, but he texted me an hour beforehand with:
"In a deposition, won't be able to pick you up. Sorry! Love you."
In a deposition. It sounded so official, like something right out of Law and Order -- if I actually watched that show. It didn't sink in last night, nor did it today, that J is officially a lawyer now. It's crazy -- kind of like planning for months to go to Europe, then it being surreal when you're finally there sitting on the Spanish Steps after sunset on a warm night in Rome. After three years of law school and months of studying for the Bar, J was in a deposition.
Though I had to walk home from the subway stop last night, I couldn't help but smile. And so it begins.