Sometimes it feels like college again. Like when your friends and their friends and their friends all get together on the National Mall and play wiffle ball. And then you go play beer pong in a basement. It’s not quite like college, though, because now there are married people. And babies.
I never think of myself as an early riser, but George does. On the weekends, he can be out until 10 o’clock, snoring away over there. I’m up at a cheery 7:30, just like every other day of the week. That seems normal to me, and it doesn’t feel good to sleep more than that. Sometimes, I steal a photo of him.
I can now officially announce that my brilliant husband has been accepted to the University of Maryland and in the fall will enter into a Ph.D. program in Physics! We’re about to get poor, but we’re ready for the wild ride ahead. Onward and upward! Congratulations to my man!
