Yesterday was a very big day for the DP family.

Beard graduated college.

Yes, you read that correctly.  My husband is officially a degree-holding college graduate.

If feels like this day has been a long time coming; in some ways it has, but in other ways it hasn’t.

When we started dating my sweet Beard was working hard and had taken a wide and random assortment of classes at a few colleges.  He hadn’t found anything he loved.  Well, except me, of course.

Just over six months later we were engaged, and Beard had found a program worth trying at a local vocational college: Information Systems Engineering.  Yes, that does sound like a hard degree.  And that’s because it is.  You see, my husband is a very smart man, and knows his way around computer.  So he’s pretty much my super hero.

He took it one semester at a time.  Sometimes he worked part time, sometimes he worked full time, but he always worked hard in his classes.  He took night classes after we had Bitsy Girl so he could play Mr. Mom while I went to work during the day.

He made it through public speaking and English composition, even though he thought he couldn’t.  He made Dean’s List every semester.

And yesterday, ladies and gentlemen, I watched my husband shake hands with the president of his college and receive his “diploma” (read placeholder).  At the end of it all we met in the parking lot of the graduation venue, he with his shiny new diploma in his hand and beaming, and me with my grand pile of bags and a camera, excited to hug my graduate hubster.

If I say nothing else about it, this alone must be said.

I am so proud of him.