2012: The year of twenty-seven

My dear friend Tammi pointed out that I still have not posted yet this calendar year, so I wanted to say a brief hello.  After returning from our time in CO and MN, Philip and I were quickly swept up by the chaos of the Real World and here we are, more than half way through February.  I'm very okay with that.  I'm all for powering through this year.  I want to enjoy it as much as possible, but this season is one that I am going to be okay having behind me (my husband would agree).  2012:  The most fun I never want to have again.  Ever.

It's nice to have a three day weekend.  This weekend hasn't looked much different than every other for us:  school, work, church - however it's nice to feel like there's a bit more wiggle room for hitting the snooze button a couple of extra times and having an extra night together without the looming "ugh, we have to get up early tomorrow morning and start the madness all over again."

It's wild that I am now 53 weeks away from what will be my Match Day.  The day that has driven 98% of the stress and pressure of the entire graduate school experience.  A lot is going to happen in the next 53 weeks, but it's coming.  The pressure cooker experience won't last forever.  There's (hopefully) kind of an end in sight.  It' so easy to become completely overwhelmed, but right now I just have to take it a day at a time - there is so much I have to do (especially in the next 10 weeks) that this is the Only. Way. I can function.

Philip has been busy the last three weeks with his comprehensive exams.  He's been very dedicated and disciplined with his time management - I've been so proud.  I felt awful this week though. . .   Monday was his birthday - while it wasn't as bad as the birthday he spent deployed it was not a great day - he had taken the day off from work to write all day but instead I locked the keys in a running vehicle (he was going to take the car to have the oil changed), we had to wait over an hour for a locksmith, I had to leave and take the car anyway so that I could  be late for supervision (rather than not be there at all) and class, the locksmith came at charged $125 (not the $60 I had been told over the phone), Philip then had to come into DC to give me my stuff.  By this time an oil change was out of the question.  Arugh.  really?!  So much for a nice birthday or a productive day.  Not cool.  We've just had several situations like that in the last few weeks that have been like "really, is this happening right now?  we could really do without this!" however we trust that there is a purpose for this period of trekking through the desert and know that God will remain faithful.

I don't feel like I know much these days but I know that God is sovereign and I know that I am so so so so so so blessed beyond words to have this man as my husband.  As I look ahead to the tests and challenges that await in the next 53 weeks, I'm so glad to have him at my side.

I don't deserve him.  But I love him more than I'll ever be able to put into words.