Congratulations Gideon!

Hallelujah and thank the Lord.  Gideon is done with the California Bar. 

Day after day, since Christmas, the poor boy has been cooped up in the cabin studying all sorts of legalese.  Yes, he’d bust out from time to time and climb a tree or take the dogs for a W-A-L-K, but for the most part his nose was stuck in a Barbri book and his fingers were banging out practice essays on the computer. 

Sometimes he’d get so fed up he’d throw himself onto the couch from across the room, or the dog bed, with or without Josie there.  Sometimes he’d put on his running shoes and let the pack of dogs chase him down the road to the firehouse and back.  Sometimes he’d practice putting his long curly locks in a ponytail… this didn’t really kick in until the past week or so. 

But for the past three days, he’s gone to Oakland and spent full days sitting for the exam along with hundreds of other poor saps.  It’s been a long three days and his brain is pretty much fried, but he is done, and I'm seriously proud of him.  I don't think I could have done what he just did, at least not without crying like a baby and poking pencils in my eyes everyday.    

Now he can start packing for Nepal!