This past week Norway burst its way into summer. Our apple trees are in full bloom, the lawn demanding attention and the lilacs are timing their arrival perfectly with my parents arrival on Friday. We hung a swing from the apple tree for Greta, who has been soaking in lots of Vitamin D.
I posted this picture on Facebook, and a friend commented "you live in a fairy land". Looking out from our kitchen window, seeing my daughter scamper about in our generous-by-Norwegian-standards-yard with our neighbor's kids, enjoying our first dinner of the season outdoor under the apple tree, I'd have to agree. I responded, "I know. I see this and think, "I have to do everything in my power to make this work out here. How can I leave this???"
The answer to our appeal on my nursing and midwife license application came in the mail today, and it was not the answer to our prayers. Their final judgment--one we cannot appeal--is that I should enroll myself in nursing school, and try to get credit for some of the classes I took 15 years ago.
We are stunned. Dumbfounded. I was numb. Erik was devastated and perhaps the angriest I've ever seen him before. I was worried he might punch a hole in a wall that he had framed, sheet-rocked, mudded, primed and painted with his own two hands. And then we crumpled in the middle of our living room floor together, and wept.