Josh gets his Masters degree tomorrow. I’m incredibly proud of all his hard work. He’s got a few prematurely grey hairs, some stress-induced high blood pressure, and more sleep deprivation than he could ever catch up on, but now he has a postgraduate degree to go with all of it!
The scary part (for me, at least) is that he’s probably not done with school yet. For a while, it looked like he’d want to be done after this, but He’s always dreamed about getting his PhD. This means GREs, application fees, and if the world of academia knows what’s good for itself, hopefully a fully funded doctoral program that could potentially move us out of state.
I told Josh thinking about the possibility of moving to do more school makes me feel scared-but-excited-and-nervous-but-I-don’t want-to-overthink-it-and-count-my-chickens-before-they-hatch-but-I-also-want-to-prepare-my-heart-for-the-possibility-of-leaving-my-friends-and-family-and-home-and-maybe-even-our-beloved-dog.
When we got engaged people often asked us why we didn’t want to wait until we were through with school to get married. I told them Josh would probably never be through with school, so if we waited we might never get married. I still stand by that. Lately I feel like the Lord has been trying to get it through my head that we are probably going to be in the “poor college student” phase of life for a while yet, so I better get used to it and stop coveting HGTV homes and expensive beach vacations.
Honestly though, as exhausting as it all is, when I listen to him talk excitedly about whatever theoretical, philosophical, psychological thing he’s reading and how he wants to change the world (or at least a little corner of it), I’m thankful I get to be married to this hardworking, godly, genius of a man.
I would mention our two very adorable kids and what a blessing they are, but I feel like I’ve gushed too much already. Everyone in this house has a very large ego, and if I’m not careful and I compliment them too much their brilliant minds might explode.