Driving home tonight, I had this clear reminder/thought pop into my head: Kevin and I will be together until one of us dies. What a strange mixture of sadness and awe I feel when I really let that sink in!
And somehow that led to a memory. When I started graduate school, multiple (!) acquaintances told me that our marriage would probably not survive. Not because of the rigors of graduate school, mind you, but because it creates too much stress for a wife to be more educated than her husband. I am fairly confident that none of those people are reading this. So let me say this, friends. If for any reason you are ever tempted to even hint to someone (who is not your very close friend or immediate family member) that their marriage will suffer--not now, but someday--just don't. As for us, by the grace of God it seems time, degrees, and life's various trials and joys have made our marriage stronger.
For the record, Kevin is often smarter about math ed than I am. In fact, he planted the seed of the idea that became my dissertation over beers in a northern Michigan backwoods bar when I went along hunting with him. So there.
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