Paging Dr. Dobson!

Four years ago we arrived in St. Louis as newlyweds with a fresh bachelor's degree and high hopes as we tenatively began our medical school marathon. Here we are now at the end of our journey with my finished bachelor's degree and two extra kids tagging along. Dang what a ride! I honestly can't believe how fast it all went.
Graduation itself was an interesting ordeal. The first ceremony involved the entire Wash U. family and I spent all three hours of it chasing after Lynette and trying to shield Trevor from the glaring sun, ugh- but don't worry, if any of you missed it and would have liked to have been there, my mother-in-law taped the whole thing for your viewing pleasure. The second ceremony was for only the medical school and was far more enjoyable, partly because it took half the time as the first one. It was so fun seeing all of our friends and respected professors one last time. We got a lot of pictures, which was a little difficult fitting everyone in with those enormous puffed sleeves- first time I saw them I thought of Anne of Green Gables exclaiming "Marilla! Look at the puffs!" They don't call it "Pomp and circumstance" for nothing. Anyway its all said and done, at least this leg of the journey is- there's plenty more to go. Its funny calling Michael Dr. Dobson, he kinda cringes everytime he hears it, partly because for the last four years anytime anyone called him that it was usually said sarcastically, and partly because he's terribly afraid he's going end up killing someone in residency. Well we'll see about that. We're both pretty nervous about this next year, but we're excited for it and ready to get it over with- so lets go...bring it on.

Brand new diploma

Future doctor in the making?

Our good friend and favorite piano mover, Wale.

Proud parents.

Michael and our friend David Brogan in the puffed green marshmallow procession.