To the Mrs.

Over the weekend, the Mrs. graduated from medical school. Officially becoming a "doctor-lady". I'm proud of her. Very proud. There's something to be said about reaching a goal. It's more than that sense of accomplishment. I get that when I have a good hair day. It's something much higher, much grander than us.

For many things in life we succeed at, or look forward to succeeding at, the moment the goal is reached rarely lives up to what we'd hoped. But there are times the moment holds. When the weight and work of four years of medical school and the dream of becoming a doctor you've held for years is retained in that single instant. And that's what I felt for her this weekend. Seeing her recieve her degree was worth everything. Worth all the sacrifice, all the uncertainity, all the difficulty. The moment held. And I wanted her, and you, to know that.