Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Celebration Week: Day 2
How do you like my new shirt?
I took my final final yesterday afternoon and walked out of the Joseph Smith Building a new woman. I was waiting for Dane to finish his final and as I stood there it hit me that I really was finished. As I thought about that and how long it has taken and how good it felt, I started to cry. It felt a little odd because somewhere inside of me I was waiting to exhale. I still felt this huge weight on me that I really didn't know was there.
The funny thing was that when I got home it was business as usual. The job of a mother is never done really. I had to start thinking about dinner, which I have spent about 9 months avoiding. After Harold got home I ended up fixing French Toast. No bacon, sausage, eggs, or hashbrowns. Just French Toast with OJ. Oh, and no syrup because we were out. I'll admit that dinner was a little anti-climatic after my big day, but that is life really. I remember President Hinckley saying something about life being like a long train ride with nothing much to see with the occasional beautiful vista to break up the journey. (That is of course a paraphrase, I am kind of a stickler for quoting directly, especially from a prophet, but Harold is in the shower and when it comes to quoting prophets he is way better at remembering than I.)
I am headed out to watch Sav at the Hershey Track Meet for 6th graders today. I have no idea which events she is participating in, me being the really focused mother that I have been lately. Next week is Mack's meet, which he has been waiting for, for months. And, I have agreed to be a parent escort that day, so that should be fun.
To My Mother-In-Law: That is funny that you mention graduating in 1968. Harold also mentioned that he graduated in 1998. Me in 2008. So then I figured out that Sav could possibly graduate in 2018. That "8" must be a lucky number!
Also, I have been admitted into the "Young Alumni" association. I have been seeing signs around for it and I had no idea what it meant. Of course I am thinking Young from Brigham Young. Nope, it turns out that it means those who are within 10 years of graduation. So officially Harold is no longer a Young Alum, but I am!
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