Loved ones, I’d like to introduce you to this handsome
fellow:
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| Technically, "these" handsome fellows |
You and I first met him when he was, “Mr. P.” But now, through hard work and dedication, he
has earned a new title: “Dr. P.”
Would you like to hear about our rambling graduation week
and the events that lead to my husband graduating with honors from medical
school? Before you say yes, be
warned: there will be [whatever the
digital equivalent of bushels, is] pictures.
Beaucoup pictures.
A Pagan’s dozen* worth of pictures. [*To clarify, in terms
of pictures, this quantity ranges from 10-100; in terms of cookies, a Pagan’s
dozen = 8.]
I’ll break the documentation of festivities up into four
posts because I want to try to capture as many memories in detail from graduation
week as possible. It was so memorable
and special—I want to be able to look back on these posts and remember all of
the love, excitement, and fun that we got to share with our friends and family.
I think I can dispense with the disclaimers now. The forthcoming posts are likely to be
lengthy and sentimental. I won’t fault
you if you decide to skip the text and just enjoy the pictures.
