We both felt like throwing up all day on Friday. It’s an odd feeling to know that your day-to-day life could change dramatically because of one tiny word- P-A-S-S.
For months now, we’ve been talking about this day-November 20. It’s almost like anticipating the birth of a child, but not knowing if the kid is actually going to come out or stay in there for another six months. Okay, bad analogy. But, you get where I’m going, right? We wanted to make plans to celebrate, but we didn’t dare actually make plans just in case.
An hour before test results were posted, we turned to alcohol. Should I admit that? Probably not. But after I found Jonathan screaming into a pillow in our bedroom, I didn’t object when he poured himself a small glass. I sipped on a bit of wine before realizing the alcohol wasn’t going to ease our anxiety either. We went for a long walk around our neighborhood’s quiet, wet streets and prayed one of those, “Jesus we trust in you no matter what” type prayers where you really, really want to believe the words you’re praying.
Then, it was like magic. The clock struck 6:00 pm, Jonathan entered his online code, and results popped up on the screen. Pass! He screamed (naturally) and I cried (naturally). I think it really would have been an Academy Award type moment had it been filmed. What a rush of happiness to know that three years of hard work have paid off. They are over!
We went to Grange to celebrate. It was a long drawn out dinner; romantic and giddy. Jonathan’s firm sent a nice bottle of wine which we sipped slowly until dinner wrapped up. And then, a few wonderful friends met us at Burgers and Brew for late night eats and drinks.
When we got home, Jonathan’s boss (who is currently out of the country) had sent a permanent job offer by email. Could the night have ended any better? Nope.
Thank you for all your prayers and support in our lives. It’s in the happy and hard moments that we are reminded of the friend and family community that surround us.