It all started 12 months ago. My husband had applied for a pilot position with the Air Force and was getting ready to interview. As he walked out the door the day of the interview all cinched up in his “blues”, I was excited. Since the day I met him, all he had talked about was being a pilot. I waited anxiously all day for an update. Finally! The phone rang. His voice was nervous, “I think it went ok. It’s over now, all we can do is wait.” The next couple weeks were rough. The anticipation was killing both of us. If he got the job, it meant big life changes. Was I ready for that? Moving away from family? Leaving my job of 8 years where I had been very successful? The phone rang, “Hi babe, Guess what?! You are talking to a future Air Force pilot!” He did it. He got the job. Even better yet, one of his good friends was also selected! Things were about to get real. Which they did. Just at a snails pace. A few months after he was selected, he headed to Ohio for a medical screening. He passed with flying colors. But his friend was not so lucky. A slight deficiency in his color vision… Dream Smashed. After another few months of feeling lucky we had made it this far, he was off to Officer Training School. That meant another 8 weeks on my own. Which always sucks. But I knew I better get used to it. Heading into this lifestyle meant we had a 100% guarantee of spending plenty of time apart in our future. Those 8 weeks were LONG. The first few weeks he was there we could only email. Limited communication is the WORST. But as the weeks went on, we could talk every day and soon enough came graduation. I flew down to Alabama to meet him and watched his cute little butt march in the graduation parade. Pinning on his Officer rank was an awesome privilege. But the thing that sticks out to me the most was the spirit of patriotism. Chills ran down my back as the jets flew overhead and the cadets threw their hats in the air in celebration.
Now fast forward another 3 months and I am sitting on my couch writing this as 5 awesome movers pack up my house. In a few short days we will be on our way to Texas! Am I scared? Oh ya. I’ve lived in Utah my entire life. What homebody wouldn’t be?! Am I excited?! Mmm hmm! It is 26 degrees outside right now and Texas is a balmy 75! I’m excited for an adventure. But I’m also excited to know that we will be back. Pilot Training, here we come!!