Two months ago today, my husband
walked up the steps and across the Pacific-black-and-red platform to accept his
diploma and doctoral hood. It was a hot,
humid day in May when, surrounded by my family and his, I watched my husband
finish his journey as a student and step into his new role as Doctor. (I only
cried a little) Four years, three
major Boards exams, four different preceptorships, and countless hours upon
hours of studying later… we’re done. This post has surely been a long time
coming, but – as it is wont to do – life inevitably hit “fast-forward” the
moment he crossed the platform. And here we are, two months later.
Dr. Cole Boboth. I could not be more
proud. “Proud” even seems the wrong word. I suppose it would be more accurate
to say that I could not be more honored. I feel so honored to have been the one
chosen to stand on the sidelines of this journey of his, cheering him on and
watching him excel and grow into one incredible doctor. Guys, can I just tell you about my husband
for a second?
Here’s the deal: Optometry school
ain’t no joke. It’s four intense years of studying, dilating, refracting,
studying, testing, and studying and studying and studying. It’s a lot of
material and a lot of work; and it takes a lot of time. And you know what? He’s
done. We’re done. And through it all, Cole maintained the most incredible attitude
and balanced his roles as husband and student with amazing grace.
It certainly was not easy, no.
However, in the midst of the late nights and the big tests and the multiple
relocations, these four years have been a phenomenal display of God’s
faithfulness and grace in our lives. I
want to sit here and spill ALL.THE.WORDS. about how amazing my husband is and
how hard he’s worked and how sacrificially he’s loved me and how proud I am to
call him mine – but if we’ve learned one thing over these last four years at
all, it’s that it was never about Cole in the first place. Granted, Cole worked
his hiney off and I am humbled and grateful beyond words at how God has blessed
Cole’s hard work; but even then, it’s not about that.
These four years have been so, so
sweet and so, so hard. They have been
years of God wrenching from my hands plans that I’ve held too tightly – only to
be replaced with plans far better than we could have dreamed up. They have been years of late nights riddled
with anxiety, as God gently put His finger on places in my heart over which I
warred for total control. They have been years of discomfort, as we struggled
to find our place and establish friendships in a new city – and then, as we had
to say goodbye to those friends who had become family. They have been years of
selfishness, frustration, and sanctification, and God (oftentimes through my
husband) graciously reminded me that all is grace. They have been years of
ridiculous laughter and hormonal tears and so many more games of “Four on a Couch”
than we can count. They have been the very best four years of my life, spent by
the side of my very favorite person. And I am so stinkin’ grateful.
This journey has been so long and
so very short. And here we are at its end – a teensy bit travel-weary, a little
overwhelmed, and so, so, so very grateful for the way in which we’ve seen God
work in our lives through it all. And
now we stand at the beginning of our next adventure – excited for what’s to
come and eager to trace the faithfulness of our Father in the journey.
