That is the sweetest 4 letter word I have ever read!
That's right folks, I passed my MFT Exam!!
My letter FINALLY came in the mail on Friday.
Late Friday I might add.
We were celebrating Michael's birthday that day, but I was a little preoccupied.
We went to a matinee movie...
and there was no mail when we got home.
So we went on a walk, and I saw the mail car driving around the neighborhood...
but there was no mail when we got home.
I watched a tv show and ate lunch...
there was no mail.
Finally, around 5:30pm Michael says, "Good news Brittany, the mail came!"
I made him run out immediately to check the mailbox, and as he was walking up the sidewalk he said, "It's here!"
My heart literally stopped.
I'm pretty sure it didn't start again until I tore it open and saw those sweet four letters.
PASS.
I did it! I passed!
I'm going to be a real therapist!
Michael and I both jumped around screaming for a little while,
and then I started crying. Duh.
I cried even more when I called my parents and got to tell my entire family the news while on speaker phone.
I have never been so emotional about one little piece of paper.
I mean, those 2.5 days of waiting were really rough on me,
but it was all worth it in the end.
Now all that stands between me and my future is a pesky little graduation ceremony.
WOO-HOO!!!
*Note: I do not regret a single one of those exclamation points.
Usually I go through and edit them all out of my posts,
but I feel like if any posts deserves to have them, its this one!
I love the exclamation points!! :) And again, so excited for you that you passed...I had no doubts though. It was great to see you and your sweet family this weekend at the wedding--thanks again for being there!!
ReplyDeleteDad & I are so proud of you, and we never had any doubts either. Looking forward to another fun family time when we all visit Houston in May for your graduation. Plus, I also use LOTS of exclamation marks and I love them too.
ReplyDeleteWOO HOO!!!! BRITTANY IS SO WISE AND TALENTED! LOVE YOU! SO PROUD OF YOU!
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