I’m so stinking proud of my husband that I am almost at a loss for words. Almost. When we first met 13 years ago we were just two single people looking to get involved in ministry. I was a single woman in grad school and he was a single dad on a new military assignment 1,000 miles away from his children. We were both looking to fill time and get ‘connected’ in our local church. He was fully in his military career and had no desire to go to school and I was in school with no idea what my career would look like. Yes, we’ve always been an odd pair.
My husband finished his first essay by telling his story out loud as I typed. He had a serious case of writer’s block and this oral method was the only way for him to get his words on paper. This picture above is a perfect example of what his early days going back to school looked like – him standing over my shoulder or nearby while I edited his papers. Think anxiety and annoyance. On both our parts 🙂
Fast forward a decade and my husband has completed his courses for his Master’s Degree – his ceremony is in two weeks. The excitement I feel for this guy who graduated at 16 and quickly joined the military is palpable. This guy who never had a counselor talk to him about college and probably thought he wouldn’t achieve much. This guy who was a young parent and husband. This guy who came from a large family with little monetary resources. This guy whose childhood antics could have rendered him not ‘worthy’ of a future. This same guy is now completing his MASTER’S DEGREE.
Of course I made him take graduation pictures. Why? Because, this guy never took senior pictures. He never imagined his name with letters after it. So many counted him out before he figured out his life. This is MY guy. He is the reason #blacklivesmatter. If we give up on our boys too soon, we don’t get to see them reach their greatness.
Just hold on. Every flashback is worth what lies ahead.