THE END OF A LONG ROAD

 

My days are numbered.

This may or may not be my last blog post for a while, but newborn baby is expected to come in the ensuing days. I’m 9 months pregnant and they already had to stop my contractions last Wednesday. The hospital staff wasn’t quite comfortable allowing new baby to come just yet—she still has a few more weeks to go, according to the date charts. I am in total agreement and am working hard to keep her nice and insulated for at least 3 more days. *crossing fingers*






This is why:

 

This picture makes me teary. 14 long years (including summers) (and piles of debt) have all led up to this moment. This is my husband, finally graduating in Washington DC with his Doctorate degree.



 And, I can’t be there.






How monumental this moment is—and how badly I wish I could share it with him. Do I dare say I feel like I should be graduating with him after so many years of supporting him and feeling like a single parent so that he could continue his education? They should give honorary degrees to the spouses. ;)






So while he’s gone, I’m working hard to make baby stay put—at least until daddy gets home. I mean, he got me into this—he better be here to see her birth! Both occasions are big events—never to be repeated again. I couldn’t deny him the honor of walking with his graduating class after so many hard years of blood, sweat, and tears. How cruel would that be? BUT-- I’ll kill him if he misses the birth of this child.






So this blog post is mostly for my husband: Congratulations babe! I’m so proud of you for chasing your dreams and working through what seemed like impossible feats at times to finally make it to this moment in your life.






*deep breath*






And now we’re done with school, like forever. And no, I don’t want to see you turn around and go for your MBA. That was pretty funny on the phone (even though you were serious) but, let’s enjoy this moment and savor it—while ignoring the fact that we now have years [decades] worth of debt to pay off.






And in a decade from now, I’ll be standing right there next to you, knowing we accomplished another great feat, smiling as our firstborn reaches adulthood (if I let her live that long!). We’ll be battered, scarred, bruised, and gray, I’m sure. Let’s hope we’re smiling tears of joy because it’s her wedding and she’s getting married! WOOHOO! (I’m kidding.) (Okay, actually, I’m not. She has been a challenge.)






On a more serious note, life is full of milestones and accomplishments, and I am so happy to see my husband accomplishing his dream. It’s all about dreams at the end of the day, isn’t it? Chasing them and being there in the moments when they finally unfold and come true.






Way to go, honey. I love you.