One night, while imbibing in some Patron after a night of serving cocktails to amusing people of various ages and demographics, my then-boyfriend and I agreed that we would one day like to have kids.  Two please, and a cat and dog.  It was good that we agreed on the future. 
After that, my boyfriend became my fiance.  Then he became my husband.  Our love of Patron did not decrease over time, nor did our desire to someday begin a family.  But when?  When was the right time to start a little family of our own, especially as a bartender and sommelier?  And especially given our love of the Patron. 

How, exactly, does a party girl become a mother? 

Time waits for no one, apparently...and this is the journey of that time.