I remember when I first heard you saying you were going into SCC, it meant another 5 months of only seeing you on the weekends. It honestly scared me a little as I wondered if we could go till the end. But today, 23 weeks later, here I stand beside you handsomely donning in your No.1, witnessing you shout POP LO again, 162 days later. As I watched you during your parade, all of our arguments, our fights, the tears, feeling alone and the lonely nights wishing you were beside me felt like it was all worthwhile for this moment. Getting through hours of the day not talking to each other, but no doubt hands down OBS was the worst, couldn't see or talk to you at all for 9 damn days. No words can describe how proud I am of you, just like how I am proud of you every other day. I am so happy I got to drive you to camp almost every Sunday, and even if I couldn't you'd make the effort to meet me somehow before booking in. You did it babe, you're officially a sergeant 👨🚒 No matter what your vocation is, I promise I'll be right by you through this journey till the day you are able to shout ORD LO. Wouldn't be a NSF girl for anybody else but you.