Thursday, May 20, 2010

his graduation

Last weekend my husband's mom and sister flew out, rented a minivan, and we all drove the four hours back to my husband's graduation. From this picture, can you guess who was the most proud? (Hint: she's holding the diploma.)

It was wonderful to be back in the greenery (our current home, is, well, a lot of concrete gray). It was excellent to be in a church building, and have many kids in the nursery. It was fun to see old friends. Most importantly, it was good to remember that a multitude of miracles happened to get us out of there, and over here, and here is a good place for us to be.

Here is a picture of the amazing graduate and his ever helpful advisor. Without his help, this degree, this job, this life never would have happened. He mentioned more than once what a good job my husband did, and how he wrote one of the fastest dissertations ever.

As we walked toward the car after the ceremony, my husband mentioned that he didn't realize how much, in order to finish, you just have to want it. You have to want to be done more than anything. And he is right.