My husband is in the middle of his first year at seminary. He's working on his Masters of Divinity and plans to eventually become a pastor. He goes to school every day and learns about theology and dead languages and being missional and good preaching practices.
This means that I'm an official seminary wife, a role that few women get to experience. I wasn't sure how I'd fit into the role, but to be honest, once I got past the strange murmurings of Hebrew coming from the basement office, I came to the conclusion that it really can't be that different from being the wife of any type of graduate student.
I thought that until I went shopping for Christmas wrapping paper this past December. Little did I know that being in a fairly theological atmosphere on a daily basis would have an impact on my wrapping paper purchases. I literally stood at the bin of wrapping paper and thought, "Which paper will he not look at with a smirk and describe to me the different ways in which John Calvin would MMA Santa Claus?" Not seriously, of course. It's just a guy thing. A theological guy thing. Anyway. I avoided Santa and opted instead for the "Peace on Earth" paper.
Yes, I'm officially a seminary wife.