Hey, remember when I was a blogger? Those were some good times, weren't they?
I miss those heady times. Truly, I do.
Remember when my husband was ridiculously busy getting his master's degree while working full-time and serving in the bishopric of our church? I'll tell you a little secret: that was not the best or easiest time of my life.
Well, those days are long gone, devoted reader!
My Michael done grad-gee-ate-ed in September. The University of Virginia had a special night to commemorate the occasion. They held the event at a really cool place in Virginia called The Airlie Center. Seriously, look at this place! Here's my Jorge taking photos in the garden:
We used the graduation dinner as an excuse to dump our kids at my friend Lisa's house overnight. (It was only her birthday and I had her watch my kids overnight. Don't you wished you lived near me so I could take advantage of your kindness, too?)
While Lisa was celebrating her big day with a house full of extra kidgets, my Michael and I were dressing up, eating yummy food, laughing, and touring the grounds of the gorgeous venue. Oh, and we were getting diplomas!
I received a commendation elevating me to the status of "Saint" for putting up with my husband being in the program.
My Michael received a diploma pronouncing that he'd earned a Master's of Science in the Management of Information Technology.
Mine's better. I mean, who wouldn't rather be a saint than a master? (Just kidding.)
At any rate, we are thrilled that Jorge's long-time goal of an advanced degree has been fulfilled.
Now, about my dream of going to Santorini. . .