oh, wait... I am one! It has just been awhile since I had to rely on the locks on my doors to feel safe at night instead of the arms of my hubby! We have been blessed to have him home for so long.
Dad left yesterday morning for his Cross Country flight. This is the final milestone in Primary Flight Training. The end is near, and I am feeling it. Yesterday was mildly tense as I waited for the texts to let me know where he landed safetly, and how much his behind hurt. It took three legs to get there and you know, the seat is quite hard I am told.
Just 5 more days until the Navy tells us where to go. And what we are going to do for the next 20 years. You can't argue, you can't plea, you can't change any minds.
I can't stop imagining all of the possibilities. Will my husband's dreams be realized, or will they be crushed forever by a little piece of paper? I really, really, want his dreams to come true. You can't imagine how hard he has worked for this, how long he has been working hard for this, how incredibly determined he is, how much he has sacrificed, how intelligent he is, and how much he has been on his knees for this. Did I mention I think he is amazing and he deserves this?!
Don't misunderstand, we will be okay no matter what the Navy says. Actually, we will be wonderful. We know that God has big plans for us, for a future, and a hope. We know that all things work out for the good to those who love God and are called according to His purpose. We are excited about flying in the sky, no matter what aircraft.
But it would be really nice to fly jets.