So we went in on Monday to meet with 2 of the Sgts to turn in his paperwork. He is missing a few things, so he has to go back next Monday to turn them in and build his file. Then they start measuring his neck and stomach to figure out body fat percentage and do all of that stuff--turns out his body fat percentage is perfect for his contract, which is great. He wants to drop 5-7 pounds before MEPS though, just to make sure. So I'm sitting there, proud that he's hit the right percentage and thinking about MEPS in August when I hear one of the Sgts say "so would you rather go to MEPS on Tuesday to Wednesday of next week, or Wednesday to Thursday?" WHOA. I was mentally preparing for more time before this whole ting became so real, but now that it's going to happen next week, it just like all hit me.
I'm not having regrets or anything like that at all, but it's all becoming very real very quickly. I'm excited for him to finally get this whole thing started and to swear in and sign his contract. It just seems so sudden.
I rode home pretty much in silence, not because I was upset but because I had like a million things running through my mind. The Sgts told me to start a list of all of my questions for next week when we come back in, but I don't even know where to begin... Like I said on Facebook: no regrets, just a lot to think about happening so soon.
I am extremely excited for him, though. This is his dream, one he's had since he was a little kid. And like I keep telling him, I can follow my dream of teaching anywhere in this country--there's only one place he can follow his dream. My favorite verse for him right now is Ruth 1:16: But Ruth replied, "Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay." I can't imagine my future without him, even if it means our future is moving with the Army. It won't be easy, and I won't always like what the Army chooses for us, but I'm not going anywhere.
Omnia vincint amor.
Love conquers all.
