The good mail

Found myself just sitting with this letter for twenty minutes today. Not reading it again - I’ve already memorized every word. Just holding it, you know?

The good mail

It’s from Mrs. Patterson, my clinical instructor from last semester. She heard about my nursing program acceptance and wrote to tell me how proud she is, how she knew from day one I’d make it through. The whole thing is handwritten in her perfect cursive, and she even remembered that conversation we had about pediatric nursing after my first rotation.

Sometimes you don’t realize how much you needed to hear something until someone says it. Jake found me like this when he got home from work - just sprawled out on my mat, grinning at the ceiling like an idiot.

Taking it all in.

He didn’t even ask what happened. Just grabbed his laptop and settled in at his desk, letting me have my moment.

Going to frame this one. Right next to my acceptance letter.