He introduced me to the phrase.
I'd already earned my BA, and my well loved (and joked about) MRS, when my attorney informed me that I'd earned another title.
What else is on my resume, you ask?
Anything I could find during those hard T years, of the PHT, of course! I shelved my other professional and educational plans for the most valuable reward.
No, it's not the JD after his name, though I am proud of that.
It's not the 6 (ahem, I mean 4,) figure salary in the bank account monthly.
It's certainly not the diploma that we have rolled up in a tube in a drawer under our closet.
It's the relationship.
The oneness that came from us doing it together.
We pulled those all nighters. We learned just how good a morning (and mid morning, lunchtime and afternoon) coffee could be. We celebrated the end of finals, laughed at the "finals beard," and suffered through the requisite exams (and then more exams). We learned valuable budgeting skills together and stayed home alone for the holidays. Together, we welcomed a baby (in the middle of a semester) and together we learned how to juggle. And work harder than we ever had before. And love.
After all, the strongest love comes from giving.
So yes, I don't have my own PHD.
Thank G-d, I have a hard earned PHT.
I'd already earned my BA, and my well loved (and joked about) MRS, when my attorney informed me that I'd earned another title.
What else is on my resume, you ask?
Anything I could find during those hard T years, of the PHT, of course! I shelved my other professional and educational plans for the most valuable reward.
No, it's not the JD after his name, though I am proud of that.
It's not the 6 (ahem, I mean 4,) figure salary in the bank account monthly.
It's certainly not the diploma that we have rolled up in a tube in a drawer under our closet.
It's the relationship.
The oneness that came from us doing it together.
We pulled those all nighters. We learned just how good a morning (and mid morning, lunchtime and afternoon) coffee could be. We celebrated the end of finals, laughed at the "finals beard," and suffered through the requisite exams (and then more exams). We learned valuable budgeting skills together and stayed home alone for the holidays. Together, we welcomed a baby (in the middle of a semester) and together we learned how to juggle. And work harder than we ever had before. And love.
After all, the strongest love comes from giving.
So yes, I don't have my own PHD.
Thank G-d, I have a hard earned PHT.