After six long years, I FINALLY graduated with my Master of Divinity degree last night. But this isn't about me. It is about the people in my life who made this a reality: starting with my Dad who taught me how to be both a parent and a student when he started his undergraduate education in 1988 and finished nine years later (the day I graduated from WWU) with his second Masters degree. Those first few years of my seminary life when the kids were too young to stay home alone, Dad babysat the kids every.single.week so that I could go to class. There is the patience of Jamie, who now juggles the role of breadwinner with a sizable load of household chores--none of which he dealt with when I was a SAHM. He stepped up and increased his workload so that I could succeed in the classroom and has always encouraged me when the going got tough. He never doubted that I could and would do this crazy thing, even when I didn't think I could. And of course, my kids--I've been in schoo...