At last, it is here, it's official, Brandon's B.S. of Economics from the University of Utah....

This letter has had a whole different meaning than when I got mine. When mine came it was at the very beginning of our marriage, we had nothing to do but go to school, work, come home and be in love! We would eat dinner, go to the library together study in peace and quiet, and go home when the assignment was actually finished. But watching Brandon work 10-12 hour days, then spend his nights in class or downstairs at the dining room table trying to squeeze in one last hour of productivity before bedtime while I wrestle kids or they vye for his attention has given me a whole new meaning to college education. He has often said to me 'I wish I could have gone to college like you, you have no idea what it's like for me'... 'whatever...' I would respond as I rolled my eyes. But now with all his free time, his college experience has come pouring in over ME.
So many things come to mind, like when I couldn't bear the thought of dropping Xander off at daycare anymore so Brandon told me to just quit and stay home with him....I was bringing in as much income as Brandon at the time, and I HAD my degree, but I took him up on it. Or like the time when our engine that we had paid to have replaced once, died again, and we couldn't afford anything else but for Brandon to replace it himself, and he did, all while working full time, going to school full-time and maintaining good grades. Well I could go on forever, but I am so proud of him! I want him to know that
quite possibly, I got my college degree a
little easier than he. There's just something about seeing that piece of paper sitting here everyday that says no more financial aid, no more buying BOOKS, no more late nights. We have never taken a semester off, we have always been 'students' until now.
So all we have to do know is photocopy that bad boy, get it in the mail to some employers so he can start making the big bucks! HAHAHA, I wish, who knows what lies next.......
(I'm a little prideful, I know, it's bad)