That's all, folks!

Well, it happened. I have finally completed my Masters degree in Occupational Therapy. 

It feels surreal. I don't think it has sunk in yet...although it sure felt nice and strange to sleep in this morning. I remember crying tears of joy when I read my acceptance letter to school in the mail. And I teared up again driving away from my last day. Thankful. I'm just so thankful.

I'm thankful that we moved across the country to Georgia, to a town we had never visited.

I'm thankful that my husband was nice enough to agree to do the above statement for me.

I'm thankful for our church and the immediate friends God put in our lives once we got here.

I'm thankful for my classmates.

And even though I never would have wished to gone what I went through having a miscarriage, and having to take a year off of school, I am thankful for that year. The time I had to invest in my husband, family, and friends, I am thankful for that. What God taught me bringing me through that hard time, I am thankful for that.

I am thankful for all of my wonderful new classmates.

I am thankful for the amazing clinical experiences I had and having the best supervisors I could have been blessed with.

I'm thankful for my parents and all of their encouragement. And for my mom for making me want to become an OT in the first place.

I'm beyond thankful for this guy. He has supported me in every way, loved me, put up with me, and kept me sane. 

As I look back over my these last few years, I can see how the Lord provided again and again. And for His love and rescuing, i'm thankful for that more than anything.