Thursday, January 30, 2014
And today, as I received word that my wife and I have - after 15 years (and a couple of weeks) received our promotion from Captain to Major, he and Lois were here with us to celebrate. And not only that, but he gave me his uniform trim. I don't think of it as used - but consider it an honor to wear his major's trim.
It's been a long 15 years. (6 of the happiest years of my life, I sometimes tell people.) We've had 7 different appointments in three divisions in those 15 years, so it's difficult to feel like we've been anywhere long enough to see anything accomplished. But - even with all the struggle (and those who know me, know some of what I mean there) and all the moves - I am glad to be a Major in the Salvation Army.
I used to joke that being a Major just means that you're old. I may have to stop saying that now...