I thought long and hard before writing this post for two reasons: 1) I didn’t want to come across as one of those doctor’s wives. You know the kind: big hair, lots of jewelry, whining about how hard her life is; and 2) I don’t want the wives whose husbands are still in training to be discontent with their lives.
My hair will never be big (though I could show you some pictures of me in high school that would beg to differ), and my taste in jewelry is the inexpensive costume variety. The training years are undoubtedly extremely difficult, but Michael and I look back on those years with a sense of sentimental fondness. They were really tough, but they were pivotal in our marriage and in our family. We grew a lot during those years…and, as I mention in my post, we had many years to dream, and those dreams made the long years of training a little more bearable.