(I'm guessing this is exactly the sort of post no one but my actual friends and family will care about . . . I didn't make anything cool, or mess anything up in my typical fashion, nor do I have anything amusing or interesting to say. But indulge me--this is a big moment for our family.)
You know how every girl wants to marry a doctor?
Well, I finally did it! Although I suppose most of the congratulations should be directed to Jeff, my husband up there, on the right, since he did most of the hard work. All I had to do was try to look nice and trick him into marrying me. (A job well done.)
Jeff graduated last week from Palmer College of Chiropractic and has informed me he would now like to be referred to solely as Dr. Brown (as in, "Dr. Brown, I'm experiencing a terrible pain in my back, what can you do to help?" and "Dr. Brown, dinner's ready!" and "Dr. Brown, put away your shoes." It sounds rather snappy, whatever the situation, although I'll admit to preferring Doc Brown, personally.)
And a kind of sad story: I didn't go to his graduation. We've been in Utah for the past few months for his internship, and it would have cost us something like $1000 for both of us to fly back to Iowa for graduation . . . and since neither of us attended our own BYU graduations and didn't feel like we missed anything, and since we're recently graduated students and don't really have $1000 to toss around, we figured it wouldn't matter much if I didn't go. But now that I'm seeing the pictures, I'm sort of feeling the loss--it's a pretty big deal for him to have become a doctor, for goodness' sakes, and I wasn't really there to see it happen (although I was certainly there for every agonizing step of the way which ought to count for a lot more than a silly ceremony). And it was especially sad for him to have the same conversation over and over during graduation weekend:
"Jeff! Who's here with you for graduation?"
"No one."
"What do you mean? Your family didn't come?"
"Nope."
"Even your wife?"
"No."
" . . . what happened? Did someone die?"
Ah well. Whether I was there or not, it happened--he's officially Dr. Jeff Brown, D.C., and I'm awfully proud.
(Our sweet little guy was so excited to see his daddy again after a full 3 days without him . . . he's not the snuggliest little thing, normally, but he laid there and hugged Jeff for a solid 5 minutes when he got home from the airport. It was pretty adorable.)
