Tuesday, January 26, 2010
David's Senior Year
If graduate school had a Senior Year, today I'd be painting David's car with shoe polish.
His classes begin for his final full semester (if all goes as planned this year). He has one intensive class scheduled for this summer that will allow him to complete his last 3 hours.
When I excitedly told him this morning that I needed to get a picture to document his "senior year" he was...umm...hesitant.
I managed to snap one as he walked into class. Afterward he looked at me and said,
"You know, Laura, you tell me sometimes that I'm nerdy."
(Which I confess...on occasion, I do say. But not in an offensive way...just as a natural response to a husband who has a method for everything...from the dishwasher to how to fold his socks.)
"But I'm starting to wonder if you are the one who makes me nerdy. I feel pretty certain that taking a picture in front of the chapel with my backpack on crosses a line."
I almost stopped a professor and asked him to pose with David. I was glad I didn't.