April 17 was pretty much the hardest day…ever. At least, for me it was. I had to tell my husband goodbye. And let me be the first to tell you that I’m really not that great at goodbyes. I never really have been. I can deal with it; suck it up and handle my emotions, but not really by choice. I guess just for a mere lack of options.
But right now, eight months later, I have never been more proud for having said that goodbye. My husband is officially done with A-School. Graduation isn’t for another few days, but the school part-the tests, the practical’s, the endless nights of studying and stressing over systems and needles are finished. My husband has done it. He’s completed A-School. He’s nationally EMT certified. He’s an HS. After two and a half years on an A-School waiting list, countless ups and downs and nights spend wondering if he had made the right decision and chosen the right path…and now he’s finished. He’s done what he wanted to do.
And this wife is proud.
Proud to see him happy. Proud of what he’s done. Proud to see him succeed. Proud to see him choose a dream, pursue it and not slow down until he’s conquered it.
So now, I head out to California to reunite with my best friend. I sit in the audience and watch him graduate and then stand beside him and pin his Crows on his uniform. Then we come home…come home to our families. And he comes home to his son…our spirited little two year old who isn’t going to know what hit him when his daddy walks back in the door. And we celebrate Christmas and New Years and then move on with the next chapter in our lives. Together. As a family.
And that, in itself-the family side of things is more than enough to be thankful for.