The letter at last

Arriving home late, overtired from so little sleep last night, sniveling from sinus congestion and raspy sore throat, I open the front door to Promising-White-Envelope-Hanging-From-Ceiling:

Bless my little wifie, she had found a letter (THE letter) from UHM in the mailbox and devised cleverly to surprise me.

In short, it says that I am accepted to the Master's program in Tropical Plants and Soils, that we will be moving to Hawaii in three very teeny-tiny months, that we hate(!) leaving all our lovely and most treasured friends here and will miss them tremendously and won't they please come with us.

Phone calls to parents, etc., etc.

We go out and celebrate. Sushi, naturally...