My Graduate

I was reminded the other day, when I was filling out an application for the boys school, that Aaron graduated from college this month. Normally, it would be a monumentous occasion, but with the move and all, I probably overlooked it more than I should have.

If I might brag for a moment, he started back to school just over a year ago. He missed the first day of classes for the birth of Vanessa (now, that is a story to be told another time). Since then, he has taken no less than 20 credit hours. Over the summer, he took 15 hours, an unheard of number for a short semester. He had to get special permission to take that many hours; the next semester he took 24 hours. The hardest part for him was managing all the test dates and homework due. He remembers everything he reads (which makes me sick) and he is a good test taker. His professors seemed to love him even when he would challenge their views in class. The other students wanted him to tutor them, he just didn't have the time. Remember, he really stood out in class because he was the old, white guy getting his major in Spanish. The most amazing part of it all is that he only received 2 B's. He grade point average at Pan Am was 3.92 over-all. What takes most people four years, he did in just over two. The credits that they wouldn't accept from Utah State before his mission, he took via CLEP.

Keep in mind through all of this he had a family of five kids to support, was the Bishop, and was running his own company. He says the Lord really blessed him in order to do it all. I know this is true. I also know he is an amazing man and I'm grateful that he is mine.