We just got back from Andy's graduation, and it was great! It was so wonderful to have our family together again for those few short days and especially in celebration of Andy's wonderful accomplishment. Peggy and Derrick were great travel companions/helpers, and I think my parents enjoyed the break from their long-term house guests.
Three little things that caught me off guard on our trip:
1 - At graduation I actually cried as we all had our hands on our hearts and we listened to the music of the Star Spangled Banner. It really brought home to me what an arrival Andy's graduation is for both him and me. We both have a great sense of patriotism and I am so proud of him for his willingness to serve our country in such a direct way. I realized that our family is offering our husband and dad to our country in both his time and our risks. I understand that if I have to stand and listen to that song play while his body lie prematurely in a casket, that it is a choice we accepted beforehand.
2 - Andy had a wonderful firearms instructor who supported him above and beyond the call of duty. This instructor also happens to be LDS. Here in Utah it seems that everyone is "Brother" or "Sister" so and so and we know that about each other, but when we run into other church members in their professional capacity we generally call them by their professional name. With that in mind, I had my turn to meet Mr. F and wanted to appropriately respect his career accomplishments by acknowledging him as he is known in the work place. Before I opened my mouth, however, he reached out, shook my hand and very gently said, "Sister Shadel, it is so nice to meet you." I was literally speechless at the intimacy in that introduction and was struck, as I never have been before by the sacredness of our relationships here on this earth as brothers and sisters. I realized that he was so eager to meet me, not as a student's wife, but as a Sister in the gospel. It was a great eye opening example to me.
3 - Along similar lines, I was touched when we attended the small branch in Artesia. Having grown up in a ward that easily had ten to twenty missionaries serving at a time, I have only just heard missionaries prayed for in a ward setting when they are getting ready to leave. I was touched, when on an ordinary Sunday, the branch included in their opening prayer, a blessing on the Elder they had out. They prayed for him by name. It was sweet to hear and I thought how fortunate that Elder is to have so many people praying not just a prayer that generically includes him, but one that is specifically for him as he serves the Lord.
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