I rarely talk about my husband on here. Part of that is because I’m pretty sure it embarrasses the heck out of him (like this post which totally did and at the time I think I had like 12 readers (which was probably my mom and sister checking in six times each)), the other part is because he’s such an intimate part of my life it feels the equivalent of writing about my legs. He’s there, the number one thing I think about all day, everyday, the person I wait up on every night, the one I always answer the phone for no matter what I’m doing (although he would like to say I never answer the phone, but that’s because I sometimes lose my phone. Case in point). Bottom line: he’s my main squeeze.
I had intentions of writing a post about how proud I am of him and the fact that he graduated from one of the best residency programs in the country alongside some of the best doctors in the country, him included of course. I thought about it for weeks and never ever could find the words to even get started. He’s just the best and I love him a whole whole lot and I miss him a whole whole lot when he’s gone and that’s that.
Now, that he has started his fellowship (in pulmonary/critical care) he will be working longer days, but less weekends. That’s a trade-off I can handle. We figured out that he does not have to work a weekend for the next EIGHT weekends. Do you know what that’s like? Okay, most of us do, but having him home and with us for the next EIGHT weekends is going to be the BEST. In the beginning of our marriage we had all these weekend rituals. I’m really looking forward to bringing some of those back! Saturday morning cinnamon rolls, farmer’s market shopping, afternoon naps, Sunday dinner out on the town …