The final grade hasn't been posted, but let me preemptively celebrate by saying that Mr A has (unofficially) finished graduate school. Phew. I don't think either of us would have lasted another year so the timing is right on.
Without even his diploma in hand, he is already receiving job offers from schools across the state. Being "highly-qualified" (in a high need field, no less) means we are no longer necessarily tied to where we currently live. The possibilities are daunting, actually.
Since he periodically brings up moving to O'ahu, and since previously his reason for not going was that he didn't want to go unless there was a job waiting for him, this new chapter of life is opening up all sort of what-ifs for me. I'm not sure what the future holds, but let me just say that after chatting about it, we both agree that the boys have an opportunity right now to learn from the best Hawaiian language school in the state. So, until that no longer makes sense, we are staying put here in Waimea.Congrats, Mr A. In another 10 years, I'm sure you'll be back - the lure of academia is just too strong.