A proud moment


This is a photo of us from my cousin’s wedding years ago.

As Michelle was proud of her husband last Monday, I have warm fuzzy feelings about mine as well.
Curt started a new job last Monday. After almost 8 years at one employer he made the decision to make the move to change jobs. This is a good move for him and his career and I am supportive.
Almost two weeks ago was his last day at his former employer. There were going-away drinks for him in the city that night. So I made my way to the city (aka San Francisco) to join him, his co-workers and some of our friends.
There were lots of people at the outing. Many I knew, some I didn’t.
I heard more than once that it was the biggest going away drinks attended. I also heard that Curt brought out a bunch of formers for his send-off.
And lastly, many people I met for the first time kept saying what a “good guy” he is. Many were going to miss him terribly.
When you love someone and you hear others say nice things about them it gives you this amazing feeling. Pride. Love. Joy.
Since I am not a parent I imagine that this is kinda how a parent feels when proud of a child.
And the new job for The Husband seems to be going well.