This last weekend was one of the most important milestones in Taylor’s Navy journey. Power School is, from what I heard, the hardest part of nuclear power school and my boyfriend graduated 2nd in his class with a 3.88 GPA. To say the least, ya girl is proud…really proud.
I was not missing this graduation for the world so I drove down with my mom and it was probably the longest 14 hours of my life. We met up with Taylor and his family at a hotel close to base.
It had been about 4 months since I had seen Taylor and happiness does not even begin to express what I felt when seeing him again. It almost didn’t feel real.
We all went out to eat and then me and Taylor went back to our hotel room for awhile just to hang out until he had to leave to go back to base. Our room was really nice but nothing worked. Taylor, the kid who is about to graduate a portion of nuclear engineering school, couldn’t figure out how to turn on the light. I finally figured it out, made fun of him and then we tried to turn on the TV. Turns out the TV didn’t work either… so me and T were crammed behind the dresser that the TV sat on bickering about how to fix it when we realized that the hall light had to be on in order for the TV to work. It didn’t stop there either. We both had to take showers but when we turned it on the drain didn’t really drain anything so by the time we were both done the bath tub was completely filled with water. We figured it would drain in the morning so Taylor left to go back to base and that was that.
I wake up the next morning and the bath tub was still completely filled…uh-oh. At breakfast I asked Taylor’s mom if they had problems with the shower and she said no but came into our room to help me out. We sat in the bathroom for awhile, sticking our forearms into the nasty water to try and figure out this drain while cracking up laughing. After a call to the front desk (my phone didn’t work either so Taylor’s mom had to call on her room’s phone), we figured out you had to twist and full up on the drain…great.
After all of that excitement came his graduation. We woke up at the crack of dawn to get good seats and I sat with his parents until the ceremony started.
It started to rain when he finally crossed the stage but I don’t think any of us cared. We all stood front row and his mom was taking video while I took the pictures.
I spent the rest of that day and a little of the next just hanging out with him, my mom and his family. I was really tired from waking up so early but I was so so so happy.
Then I had to say goodbye and I swear these goodbyes get harder and harder every time. But the beautiful thing is that I share something so lovely and wonderful with another human being. I have something that makes saying goodbye so awful. I have someone that I can be proud of. And the best part of all of this is that one day there won’t be anymore goodbyes. Just goodnights.