Sometimes life comes at you fast and things get a little crazy. This semester has been full of a lot of frustration and anxiety as I await my "judgement" from the admission committees in the sky. So far we havn't gotten a positive letter from the schools we've heard from but we still have hope that something good will happen. A little bird told me that BYU's Ling department made their decisions this last Thursday so I woke up this morning and ran out to check the mail box (the USPS guy had rang the bell and woke me up, another baby-related package) but there wasn't a letter for me. I was in bed last night and it was so hard to fall asleep. We have a baby on the way (like anytime now) and anticipating his coming only heightens how aware I am that I need to fullfill my role as a father. I feel a great deal of stress that I need to be doing something, but there isn't anything that I can do except wait. If I get into graduate school, we have a plan, and even if I don't there are still some job possibilities on the table, but I still worry. It makes me laugh now whenever I use that word, worry. Someone in my Early Modern English class presented on that word and how it has changed since it entered the language. Back in the day to worry was to throttle or strangle someone/something. So a fox would worry a bird to kill it.
Anyway, after my momentary dissapointment with not having a letter in the mail box Megan and I had breakfast together. I was at the table putting together some letters for my Sunday School students and Megan was flipping pancakes. Suddenly Megan started laughing out loud and I looked up. One of the pancakes had decided to not stay on the spatula and had fallen off, onto the counter. I told Megan "well, I guess you're banned from flipping pancakes from now on". Megan responded with "It just slid off, I wasn't flipping it at all, it just decided to slide off while I had it in the air." Moments with my wife where we are just two simple people enjoying something so simple as a moment where the two of us are together eating breakfast make all the insanity that happens outside our four walls so much more bearable. We have hope for the future, I'm still on track to graduate this April and come what may we'll make it through because we have each-other.
2 comments:
That is so sweet. I'm glad that you too are so happy together.
Scott and I are waiting to hear back from BYU too. We haven't had an official letter yet, but Scott was looking in AIM and a couple of things on there changed, making it look like he has been accepted to his PhD program. Hope we both hear back soon!
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