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I am warning you because I only wish someone had warned me.
Ten years ago I never would have expected my life to turn out quite the way it did.
And postpartum me in 1999, weeping for apparently no reason in the middle of the night as I sat on a sofa-size maxi-pad and rocked my crying newborn, Luke, while feeling utterly and terrifyingly alone. So this once-devout Catholic stopped going to church because it was inconvenient.
If you ask me today what I truly love, I can easily tell you I love God, my family, my friends, fireworks displays, a good red wine, staying up late with a mystery novel, a sweaty run, painting abstract art, indulging my organizational compulsions, laughing until no sound comes out and taking my time. Between my husband's seven-day training schedule and the impossibility of my attending solo with twin infants and a rowdy toddler in a cathedral with a Latin mass and no nursery, I gave up.
Lance Armstrong is off the market as he is no more single. The duo has taken the next step in their relationship through the engagement. Same goes for the cyclist Lance who shared his happiness with all of us out here. The couple has taken the next step in their relationship. As with many pairs, this duo also announced their engagement through the Instagram account by posting the picture with the sweet caption which reads: In the picture, you can see the couple on the boat in Lake Austin, Texas.
Lance has announced his engagement through his Instagram account by posting a picture of him with his girlfriend, Anna Hansen. A further step in the relationship is likely the best moment for the couple. Time to celebrate for an amazing couple of the town, Lance, and Anna.
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(So much for my scoffing.)My memories tell the real story.
I remember being a bride of two weeks, writing thank-you notes and pondering the strange ache in my heart as I grieved for my old name and independent self.
At 24 I had bought my first house and was working for a high-tech company in Austin, Texas.
I had adopted a dog named Jake from the pound and drove a cute little green Miata that I paid for in full. I was also headstrong and naive; I treasured my self-sufficiency so much that I scoffed at women who gave up their jobs, stayed home to take care of children or relied on men for anything. I met Lance Armstrong, the Texas cyclist who was battling testicular cancer, at a press conference I'd planned for his foundation's first cancer fund-raiser.
I quit my job, rented out my house, gave my dog to an old boyfriend, sold my car and moved to France so Lance could reenter the world of professional cycling.