Proud

I have been really proud of my husband before...often, really. I mean, he does some pretty great things...However, seeing him graduate with his masters this weekend was the absolute proudest I have ever been of him.

Why?

It is not that I thought he would not finish something he started.

It is not that I believed the work was too difficult for him to do.

It was not that I worried that I would have to edit/write his papers for him. (That I NEVER did!)

It was not that I wondered if he could manage his time well enough to prove himself both in school and at work.

It was not that I feared that he would not be able to juggle the commitments of faith, family and friends along with school and work.

It was not that I stressed about the financial commitments. (Did you know he received grants for most of his education?)

It was not that I thought he would settle for a grade less than an A in any class.

Rather, it was because he believed all of those things about himself to be true... and he overcame them and prevailed.

Congratulations, Baby! I...and the rest of your family are SO VERY PROUD OF YOU!