Dressed in a white bridal gown, I remember sitting on a bench minutes before I walked down the aisle. I must have had a look in my eyes of innocence, the unknown, a bit of fear, nervousness, enough to alert my father. Standing in front of me, he looked down at me with my mother at his side, and said, “Come on. We’ll leave everyone and go to Vegas, just you, your mom and me. What do you say?”
A job for someone can be a chore. A job for another can be a mission in life. A job for me is a great balancing act between being a wife, a mother, and a good employee, or if you’re divorced, a single mom raising children, shuffling between doctor’s appointments, extracurricular activities, evening work events, homework, etc.