<p>Sending good wishes for your D’s BF, churchmusicmom. And more good wishes for your D, UMDAD. I hope and pray that the email on Monday morning says, 'CONGRATULATIONS, YOU HAVE MATCHED!"</p>
<p>March 16, 2012 seems like it was SO long ago. I’ll share D’s journey with y’all as you pass the time… D and her BF had to decide, first of all, if they were going to do the couples match. They decided not to do so, and broke up. (H and I knew he wasn’t ‘the one’ and were relieved that they made this decision.) The time waiting for interview offers was filled with anxiety. Then came the interview trail - and it was long and expensive. D ended up going to fourteen interviews. When she certified her rank order list, she ranked all fourteen. She had a definite top two, and the rest were grouped as four very good, four she would be happy to match at, three she could live with, and one that she really didn’t like, but it would be better than not matching at all. Then she just waited - and tried to stay busy. Then came that Monday, and she got the email that said she had matched. We were so happy for her. Finally Match Day arrived. Her class and guests all met for a lovely Match Day breakfast and program. We sat at a table with two of her dear friends and their families. When the time came for the envelopes to be opened, the soon-to-be-residents scrambled to the tables to pick up their envelopes. Soon D was coming back to our table. She looked like she was stunned - and I couldn’t tell, until she got closer, if it was good or bad. Well, it was GREAT! She matched at her first choice. We hugged, cried, hugged some more, told H to stop taking photos, and hugged some more. She texted her little brother, away at college. She called her grandmother (who doesn’t text), and texted best friends. Then, she and her friends just ran around checking on where everyone had matched. They were hugging, smiling, and taking lots of photos. It was so much fun to watch. We all went out for drinks (and lunch) to celebrate. Then the parents were ‘excused’ and the class went on for more celebrating. Later that evening, I met D and her roommates, at their house, to drive them to the city for another celebration. Fast forward one year… D is an exhausted intern, but she is happy - and she knows how very blessed she is.</p>
<p>D has one of her dearest friends (and former roommate) matching this year. He did research between years three and four. We are excited and nervous for him. I hope and pray that Friday is a perfect day for him. </p>
<p>Oh, and what about old BF? He matched at his first choice, too… 2,000 miles away. :)</p>