He Thanked The Wrong Wife

Summary

For four years, I worked three jobs to support my husband, Edward Godfrey, while he chased his PhD and battled ALS.

And somehow, in all that time, I'd never stepped foot on his campus.

Not because I didn't want to. Every time I brought it up, he had some excuse ready.

When graduation came, I asked to go to his hooding ceremony.

He shut it down fast.

"It's just a formality. A bunch of lab nerds. You'd be bored. Once I bring the diploma home, we'll have a candlelight dinner."

I didn't argue. Just helped him straighten his doctoral gown.

But I couldn't hide how excited I was.