First, we were fortunate to experience the review of nearly 900 new sailors after completion of their hellish basic training. It was truly inspiring to see a room full of young people, every one of whom appears to be much more focused and determined than I was at that age. The ceremony itself was beyond moving, packed with patriotism, the traditions of our 225 year old Navy, and disciplined sailors who were just kids when they began back in July, but who are now ready to serve and defend us.
As the review ended, there was a mad scramble inside that cavernous drill hall as families and sailors rushed toward each other. I found Patrick very quickly and wrapped my arms around him to deliver the biggest hug I've ever given him. Then we found MaryKay, who temporarily had been lost in the crush, and she held her baby boy like she would never let go.
Tomorrow, Patrick flies to Pensacola to continue his journey, but today we were rewarded with eight hours of time to spend with our son. It was the first time to enjoy his company since he was inducted and likely will be the only opportunity until next spring. It was so impressive to see how much he has grown and the incredible maturity he displays. Truly, God has blessed us with a very special young man!
We attended a baseball game in a stadium we've always wanted to visit, swapping stories and catching up on all that has transpired over the past two months. Patrick wore his Navy whites, and all afternoon, everywhere we went, at Wrigley Field, along the street, even while riding the Ell, strangers and passersby came up and said "Thank you for your service." It happened at least a hundred times over the course of those eight hours.
As the afternoon waned, we delivered him back to the base, and he showed us around some of the places on that installation that he has called home for the past nine weeks. Afterward came the toughest part of the whole trip as Patrick's liberty came to an end, and we were forced to exchange goodbyes once again. I gave Patrick another bear hug, and then MaryKay wrapped her arms around him while holding back her tears. Afterward, he walked away to find his mates and return to his barracks, and we got in the car and left the base.
I'm not always emotional, but this day has been one of the most uplifting days of my entire life! I was giddy with anticipation (dare I say "teary?") as I watched the units march into the drill hall this morning. I was overcome with joy when I finally got to hold him. I was beyond proud as I marvelled at what a great young man he is. I'll admit that it was tough to say goodbye tonight, but having him for an afternoon and having to say goodbye was preferable to not seeing him at all. My little boy is a man.
It was a very blessed day.
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