28 May 2014
Well, well, well. Major congratulations are in order for this handsome husband of mine -- who officially started pharmacy rotations this week! Finally, after 3 didactic years (read: studying till 2 a.m. most nights) he's hopping from pharmacy to pharmacy for his final year of grad school. I am so proud of him, and so happy to see that sweet, genuine smile of his, knowing it's the beginning of the end. It's an accomplishment for anyone. But I am, admittedly, particularly amazed by this guy, who has beat the odds in so many ways. I often forget, completely, that he has cystic fibrosis. You would never know, because you know what? He never complains. Not ever. Not about that. Or about all-night cram sessions. Or about the wild hours he works sometimes. Or about the time he missed a full week of school to go into the hospital. Or about anything, really, ever. He takes everything with grace, with open arms, with a can-do spirit that I wish the rest of us could buy in bulk. I've a handful of heroes, but he is always, and forever, my first.