For the past two and a half years, I have watched my husband power through nursing school. I’ve watched him sweat over test grades, study until his eyes were crossing, and celebrate when another class came to an end.
I’ve tried to help him maintain some semblance of a normal life, and a normal marriage, when the majority of his time and energy was used up just trying to get through.
I texted him (constantly) and sent him emails and wrote sappy blogs about him while he was away for fourteen to sixteen hour stretches at a time, pairing a half day of classes with a full day of work.
I held his hand as he wept for a patient, high-fived him the first time he started an IV by himself, and cringed through all of his “poop” stories.
I have witnessed his growth as a student and a nurse, his excitement over his new career path, and all the hard work that went into it each and every single day.
I watched him sacrifice sleep, food, fun, and practically every ounce of his social life, just so he could make our lives better with that Oh-So-Coveted degree.
And today, after the books have been put away, the caps put back on all the highlighters, the flash cards stowed and the tests all passed—-today, we celebrate that hard work and dedication.
Because today, my husband graduates from the nursing program.
He really IS Superman, y’all.
Congratulations, Brian! I couldn’t be more proud of you if I tried. Enjoy every single minute of the festivities today. Soak them up. Because you deserve it all, and a million times more. I love you to the moon and back. XOXO, Abby