Last Friday, Adam -- my brilliant husband -- defended his dissertation. I am so incredibly proud of him. So, I thought I'd do what most supportive, doting wives with a blog do when their handsome husbands get their PhD -- write him a very public "I'm proud of you note!" Here goes:
Oh yes. Get use to that greeting. You deserve it. Look, I know that we joke a lot that I'm "really" a doctor because I have my J.D. (aka "Juris Doctor") but baby, you really sealed the deal. Watching you present on Friday, I fell even more in love with you. Not because the science was riveting -- I mean, let's be honest, I didn't understand most of it. No, I fell even deeper in love with you because I finally got to see you in your element.
At home you often tell me boatloads of scientific information that I politely listen to and then promptly forget. But Doctor, you had an entire room transfixed. It became clear to me that while I don't have the capacity to understand everything you do, there are people are there just as smart as you and guess what -- they ADORE you! They laughed at your jokes. They told me how proud I should be. They nodded their heads as you spoke. For once, I got to see you in a room of your own peers and I was blown away at the respect they all had for you. You really are one of them -- the über smart people that to the rest of the world, just speak gibberish.
Suddenly, I realized how lucky I am that you decided to choose me -- a decidedly unscientific person -- to spend your life with. Sure, I took Advanced Chemistry in high school, but that shit nearly killed me. And yes, I took Physics I and II in college, but I think I'd rather sleep on a bed of hot coals than do that crap again. Even though your brain is constantly teeming with so much knowledge that it's scary, you take the time to watch Once Upon a Time with me (which you hate) and discuss plot lines. You also humor me in photoshoots for Christmas cards and listen intently when I tell you about blogger drama. I love you. I do. So much. There aren't words for it. I don't understand why someone as smart as you -- someone with so many options to go anywhere in the world and do research on whatever you wanted -- would decide to settle down in Little Rock, Arkansas and be goofy with me.
I don't know why you did it, but I will be grateful every single day that you did. I love you Mr. PhD. Thank you - for being you and for choosing me.
I gerple you my universe,
-Tom (aka Kate)