Tuesday, April 30, 2013


We're done. D-O-N-E. 

I graduated on Friday. G-R-A-D-U-A-T-E-D. School has never come easy on me. BYU was never easy  for me. In fact, there were times when I just wanted to give up. Before my mission, I even thought about moving back home afterwards. I even looked at some schools out in PA because I didn't think BYU was right for me. 

Clearly, I came back to BYU after my mission. It just felt right to come back. I'm so glad I did. Not just because I met Darin here, but because I really began to enjoy BYU and the great education I was receiving. I was a lot more serious about my schooling and fell in love with Spanish all over again through many of the classes that I took. 

After Darin received his bachelors, we talked about moving away if he got into a PhD program. Just the idea of doing that was really hard for me because it meant that I wouldn't graduated. I was sad that he didn't get into a PhD program, but I am so glad that I had the opportunity to graduate. It's been a long road. Not the easiest road to walk down, but worth it. 

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Graduations sure can make a person sleepy...
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And...I'm so proud of my husband for completing his MASTERS! He's worked EXTREMELY hard the last two years, not only with his school work, but he also worked 30 hours a week to help support us and pay for school (Yup, you heard right, 30 hours while doing all of his school work on top of that. I married a stud). Oh, and he had a baby! Okay, he didn't literally HAVE the baby, but his time became consumed not only in school and work but also in caring for a crying baby in the day/night and taking care of his emotional healing wife. He deserves a trophy. Somebody give him a trophy. Or a job. Yes, a job would be preferred at this point. 

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Peace out BYU. It's been real.

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