Last weekend I went to a friend’s son’s first birthday party. It was all family plus us, well we are considered family. It was so good to be with them for the celebration and to see the lil moppet totting around.

My friend’s mom and I sat next to each other for dinner. As we were chatting she turns and says, “So, the last time we talked, you said you were going to start a PhD program. Have you?” I give her a quick update on things and she responds, “Good. I think of you often and was hoping that you were doing well.” When we were leaving and saying good-bye to her, she makes sure to tell me, “Now finish that PhD, ok? I’m rooting for you.”

And that has to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. I’m surprised I didn’t start crying like a baby right there.

My sociology course is really tough and I think I’m doing ok. I just wish I was going better, but it is my first real sociology course, so I am missing some background. But I know it’ll turn out fine. Especially with Ma K rooting for me from Michigan.