When my dad took him to Park City to gift him with a watch, no joke, he took almost two hours. The stylus he bought for his ipad? An entire week. It it was me, I'd step into Walmart, pick out the prettiest, blingiest one, swipe my plastic friend and happily but hurriedly hop out. However, the husband thoroughly reads every single review thrown on the Internet, watches every single review video out there. Asks me at least ten times a day which one he should get. He's been wanting a laptop for two months and still has not decided. I know, poor me!
Medical School is different. This is his career we're talking about. Our future. Therefore, it's been an extremely L-O-N-G process. Both of us were pretty darn sure we had made up our minds but as that clock started ticking closer to the deadline, we were back to square one. By 10pm last night, we were completely lost. Indecisive. Blurry future. Yikes!
Even today, David texted me a few times asking me if he really should say no to Case Western? I felt awful. It is a really good Medical School. Ranked in the top 25. However, it came down to our finances. Did we want to be in that much debt? Especially with my heart problem and needing to adopt? Is the school name worth the money? In the end, we both knew which school he had to decline. In the afternoon, he sent me a text saying he declined their offer. And so he did.
I know David is still sad. Today is one of those days I absolutely despise money. Money can do so much but at the same time, constrict us with too many limitations. Oh well. We both know it was the right choice. I just want to thank my husband for the sacrifice he made. We sat down and discussed what we truly valued in life. He declined for our future family and for our happiness. I am so blessed to have a husband like David.
Now, we'll have two weeks before making another decision. Stay tuned to find out were the next four years of David and Diana's life will take place. Cheers!
P.S., I thought we should end our day with ice cream. David said nay, I started to bother David, talking non-stop in my so-called British accent. He kindly asked if I would stop. I told him I would if he bought me a cold treat. And so he took me to Smiths to get some ice cream. I'm pretty sure he wanted some all along.
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