By the time I graduated law school, I was done with men.
I moved cities, bought my own apartment in NYC, and set out to do life as a “career woman.”
(That was what we called women who didn’t marry and just had careers back in 1996.)
Today, you might say I was in full-on, Miley Cyrus, I-can-buy-myself-flowers mode.
And that is how I began my first week as a first-year associate in Big Law.
But also that week—
I had to attend WestLaw training.
And there was this cute boy there.
So I talked to him.
The rest is history.
At the time, I thought I was the luckiest “career woman” in the world.
I still think that.
Happy anniversary, Matt Haverstick.
To 27 years + 27 + 27 more.
Love.
💌 Amanda
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Matt and Amanda Haverstick