Last week, everyone submitted their rank lists. Wednesday was the final day to make any changes to the list.
Amazingly, we only changed our list once. I made copies of our rough draft and hung it everywhere throughout the house; on the bathroom mirror, the front door, the fridge, and our closet door. I looked at the thing constantly. One day I looked at it and told Mav I didn't like the middle of our list. He didn't either. We rearranged a couple of spots.
We decided that we wanted our list done a couple of days before the list 'had' to be submitted. Monday came and we submitted our list. We checked it and double checked it. As Mav submitted the list, he said "Well, we've done all we could."
When Mav said that I had two feelings. One of peace. Yeah, he has worked so hard the past four years and it is all we could do. And then the other one, the feeling of my heart sinking to the bottom of my stomach. Because, really, he could do only so much and there isn't much control in this match process.
So, now, we wait. 17 long, long days to match day.
I told Mav last night that this is the most excruciating wait of my life. This is worse than the wait to our wedding day or waiting to my due date with Squeaks, (actually my induction day because she was a week late.) Mav asked why. "Why!?! Because I don't know what exactly is going to happen. Is it going to be a happy, wonderful, exciting day or is it going to be a day that I'm left disappointed and crying. That's why!"
Best of luck, hope you get what you want!
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