Last night, at 10 p.m. my husband became official.
After four long years of school and countless hours of training, he passed his journeyman’s exam.
He is now officially a licensed journeyman.
He took the test after a working all day (in this insane heat) and while his left arm is in a cast. The exam was several hours long and he didn't come home until late.
I heard him quietly walk in the door. Grab a drink from the fridge and enjoy his first beer as a licensed journeyman.
Things taste different when you're official.
I'm so proud of him.
I guess the real question now is:
Anybody need an electrician?