Last Sunday we were driving cross the Rock River on the Memorial bridge when I saw what I first thought was just a large Hawk. We have an abundance of hawks up here. The size made me really take notice of it, and I realized that the head and neck were white. Now the only bird I know of that is that big with a white head and neck is a Bald Eagle, and if you go about 2 hours northwest you'll find a colony of eagles (I don't know what you call an area where eagles nest). So, I start yelling at the kids to look at this bird that's crossed our path heading in the same direction we'll be going once we get on the interstate.
I remark to my oldest son that this could be a favorable prediction on the new chapter in his life. The reason we were all in the car driving to Chicago was to bring my oldest son to the MEP Station (Military Entrance Processing Station). My oldest has joined the Marines, and has now started the 82 weeks of training for his MOS with Boot Camp. This is a new chapter in his life, he's not our little boy anymore, but he'll always be our son.
Dad and future Marine at the MEP Station.
Mom and Future Marine.
All the kids.
No comments:
Post a Comment