I am bursting at the seams with joy. I am not engaged. I am not pregnant. So stop.The source of my bursting joy is in response to a professional accomplishment (and that it’s finally warm enough for iced coffee)! Recently, I was “matched” to a dietetic internship program. This probably doesn’t mean much or make sense to anyone outside of the dietetic community, so I will TRY to explain.
There we were, four years ago--full of high hopes and dreams. I was bursting at the seams with excitement and pride and more than a little anxiety. My husband (of less than two months) was starting medical school. I remember that evening like it was yesterday. I had a killer migraine and felt like passing out the entire time, but when he walked across that stage and got his white coat, I had tears in my eyes.
We'd been together through college, and I'd seen how hard he had worked to be there on that stage. I stood up, and despite the fact that I knew not at all what the next four years would hold, in that moment, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs "That's my man!"