There's a Duke student in my bed.

I was going to share an outfit I wore recently today but. . . 

SOMETHING ELSE HUGE HAPPENED!

My husband got accepted to DUKE for Graduate School!

We have been anxiously awaiting this notification for weeks. It's been torture. Not really as much for me. . .more for him.

He happens to be a huge Duke fan, and has been since he and his friend Ed pretended to be Duke basketball players while shooting hoops in Ed's driveway when they were 10 years old. 

So what happened was this:

He imposed this "rule" on himself that he wouldn't purchase any official Duke clothes until he found out whether or not he'd been accepted. But he shopped. Oh, he shopped. He found the perfect black polo shirt with a classic Duke logo on it. It was going to be the shirt that he would purchase as soon as he got the acceptance letter.

But, they sold out. Like, completely. They aren't making it anymore. 

So the search for the perfect Duke shirt began again. 

And he found two others that he really liked.

But they sold out. For good.

So he'd had it. He ordered the shirt (pictured above) online as soon as he found it, so as to not be disappointed by another "shirt loss". So the plan changed and he wasn't going to open the package until he found out whether or not he had been accepted.

So it sat on the table. I returned from Blissdom, and immediately was drawn to the unopened package waiting for us on the table. 

"What surprise is waiting for us behind that plastic wrapping?" 

I grabbed the scissors and approached the package. 

"You know those are his Duke shirts right? You better not open that." My sister warned me from the couch. She was at our house watching, of all things, a Duke game.

Phew. Close one.

Last night, I was finishing up at the salon with his mom being my final client of the night. All the sudden my door swings open, and there he stands, my man in shining Duke glory, glowing Blue Devil blue, and making it very, very prominent that he was wearing his Duke shirt. He may have puffed out his chest a bit too.

And so I knew immediately what that meant. He had been accepted. And he finally got to wear his shirt.

I'm so proud of him.

So we celebrated with a Bloomin' Onion.

And chatted about how cool he was now that he"goes to Duke".

He may or may not have referenced the Duke Basketball Team as his team.