We had just moved to California after three years in graduate school in Connecticut, my husband (then, fiancé) and I. I left behind a house full of women I lived with. Lived with, laughed with, talked at all hours of the day with, cried with, studied with.
I woke up around 7 a.m. It was a cool morning, which would be enveloped by the spring sun in a few short hours. I set the table with one of our standard meals—a toasted croissant, fruit, nuts. Milk for him, coffee for me.
Monday was a momentous day for me. My husband, who has been working on his PhD for NINE YEARS ended this long journey by defending his dissertation and received his doctorate in Philosophy, Religion and Theology.
We got back from our 9 day vacation yesterday and I'm still reliving the amazing memories from it. Neither my husband nor I took many photos because we were committed to just being present this entire trip instead of looking on our iPhones or laptops as we do frequently in our normal day-to-day lives. That said though, here are some.
My husband and I wrote this letter to our son and read it to him at his baptism in August of 2016 in the presence of our church community. He was six weeks old at the time.