Every six months I research my dream graduate programs and hang on every single course description and all the possibilities...
It even feels really good when I consider packing my family up for a few years to go to Provo, NYC, wherever! to get my degree... we always feel like we could return....
I can always see myself, clearly, in a classroom full of like-minded English nerds talking about novels and poetry and theory and grammar and I get really excited and the mere fact that that excites me lets me know it's right...
Thomas is support and love personified, but he's my anchor and my reality check and I need that.
Where would we go and how and what kind of time commitment will it be and what I am willing to give up?
I always come to the conclusion that now is not the time.
It bums me out for about 2.5 seconds and then I realize that there is good, better, and best and I have the absolute best all day, all night, all around me.
And nothing is more important, exciting, or feels better than that!
Can you imagine compromising one single sweet moment with these guys? There's a season for everything and this time is precious. The end. :)
*Pictures stolen from Thomas's phone*
