“So, Becca, are you getting an MRS degree?” asked my uncle the Christmas after I graduated high school. I was homeschooled grades K-12, but I had decided to take some time off so I could focus on family, missions, and other passions in my life. I didn’t know what the MRS degree saying meant at first, and in case you’ve never heard it, I’ll explain: Mrs. degree. He was implying I’d skipped college to get married.