So Nate decided to take me out to supper tonight upon my arrival home. Just because he loves me and missed me so much. Or so I thought. We get to Cracker Barrel (he knows I LOVE their meatloaf – no jokes please) and I see Emily’s car in the parking lot.
Me: That’s Emily’s car! That’s her UGA tag, and her Georgia sticker, and her RUF sticker, and her ‘Emily’ back on the front seat!
Nate: Nahh, that’s probably not her car.
Me: No really, it is! I can’t believe she’s here too! LOOK! That’s Dad’s car! What are they doing here?
Nate: I don’t know… (silly grin)
Me: Did you invite them to come to a welcome-home dinner? Awww!
I’ll skip ahead to the part where we get to the table and leave out all of the "aww you’re such a sweet husband, you DID miss me!" stuff that I know you don’t want to hear.
At the table, they yelled "Surprise!" and the whole family, minus Janie and + Emily was there. Even Jane Bradley. At that point, I was still a little confused as to why they all are here for dinner with me. I mean I was only gone 2 days. Surely they can handle it.
So I sit down and start talking. And telling them about my trip. And asking questions. Until finally I see the DIPLOMA sitting in front of me on the table! Yes, folks, you heard me right. DIPLOMA. It has finally arrived. I am OFFICIALLY finished with my bachelor’s degree. After all of the correspondance classes from hell and the paperwork and transfer-hoopla, they have finally purged me from the system and decided to give me my sheepskin. So the dinner turned into a graduation celebration, Cracker Barrel-style. Jane Bradley spit up her peas and jumped through hoops for cornbread once she had a taste, all for the sake of the completion of my undergraduate career. Officially.
Plus, I received my acceptance letter from Reformed Theological Seminary today. I start classes in two weeks. Finish with one, officially, and start the other, officially. It figures that I wouldn’t even have ONE day when I wasn’t technically a student. I will always be the perpetual student. What can I say? I’m just too scared of the real world, I guess.
So that’s my good news. You can all go have a toast on my behalf. Don’t get too drunk, now.