Two years ago, I celebrated earning my 'Bachelors Degree in Reproductive Science'. Well, maybe "celebrated" is the wrong word. Probably "acknowledged" works better.
So what does that say about today? Have I graduated to a "Master's" degree now? Realistically, I haven't done one thing physically to pursue parenthood, although there certainly has been some emotional growth over these last two years.
Today is Ryan and my 9th anniversary. It's been an exciting 9 years and there were definitely some surprises along the way. Although some days I would never agree with this, as of today I don't think I'd change a thing. Maybe it's the celebration of the day that accounts for my Pollyanna attitude, but I choose not to analyze it; just enjoy it. Today, I am happy.
But please God, please don't make me earn a doctorate...