So. Before Jacob was born, I used to pray for patience. Then the Lord sent me Jacob and I truly began my search for patience. It seems that I still have much to learn in that department.
I thought (notice the past tense) that Jacob would arrive at MCRD in San Diego sometime this morning, stand on yellow (gold?) footprints, call my cell phone, and then read from a scripted card letting me know that he was safe and about to embark on his new adventure. And to not send food or bulky items. And then hang up.
Thus far, none of the calls I have received this morning have been the one I am anticipating... waiting on... you know, being patient for. It seems that Jacob will not be the only one who grows/changes over the next 13 weeks.
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When you learn your patience can you let me know how we can help Boyd with that. That is one and only fault!
As far as the phone calls go, I don't recall making a phone call until a couple of weeks into basic training. I do recall having to write a letter to home the first day/night. (Then I called Marge, not Mom anyway.) But that was the Air Force, not the Marines. Speaking of which, today's technology being so advanced, what with push button phones and all, they probably have to train the Marine recruits on how to use a push button phone first. (A little Navy humor at the expense of the Marines. I take shots at the Army because I was in the AF.)
He wouldn't have called the house phone, right?
Probably the best thing about Jake going to boot camp is that it got your writing a blog. Yay!
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