FireFighter Wife

I am living my dreams. No, let me rephrase that: I am living better than I dreamed.

I am married to a wonderful man who just happens to be the love of my life as well as my best friend.

And to top it off, he’s a real-life firefighter! I mean, what girl doesn’t want a smokin’ hot firefighter for a husband?!

I am so proud of his accomplishments since he has joined our local volunteer department.

He passed his FireFighter 1 class with flying colors and completed 200+ hours of training that means he is nationally certified.

He has thrown himself into our community that before 2013 he had never stepped foot in, and has lent a helping hand whenever needed.

He is the definition of a volunteer firefighter.

As tones dropped tonight for a medical call, I kissed and hugged him, and watched his taillights heading to help someone in need.

And I realized how blessed I am.

I know that when the call is over, he’ll be home. I’ll have his arms to hold me when I fall asleep. I’ll wake up to a smile (or a grimace and a groan because it’s morning…haha). I worry and pray for his safety every time he goes, but I know that more often that not he’ll be here when he’s not out on a call or working.

Career firefighter families don’t have hubby/daddy home when he’s not out saving someone’s life. His wife hugs a tear-soaked pillow and falls asleep praying her husband will come home safe when his shift is over. Texts, phone calls, and time spent at home are everything.

Whether carrier or volunteer, firefighters and their families are/have to be a tough bunch.

So here’s to the men (and women) who decide to put their lives on the line for complete strangers every day. You are a rare breed and I’m so proud to be married to one!

The following poem is said to be carved in stone at the National Monument for Fallen Firefighters in Colorado Springs, CO.

It’s a beautiful tribute for our heroes.

“The Last Alarm”

My father was a fireman.

He drove a big red truck

and when he’d go to work each day

he’d say “Mother wish me luck.”

Then Dad would not come home again

’til some time the next day.

But the thing that bothered me the most

was the things some folks would say,

“A fireman’s life is easy,

he eats and sleeps and plays,

and sometime’s he won’t fight a fire

for days and days and day’s.”

When I first heard these words

I was to young to understand

but I knew when people had trouble

Dad was there to lend a hand.

Then my father went to work one day

and he kissed us all goodbye

but little did we realize

that night we all would cry.

My father lost his life that night

when the floor gave way below

and I’d wondered why he’d risked his life

for someone he didn’t know.

But now I truly realize

the greatest gift a man can give

is to lay his life upon the line

so that someone else might live.

So as we go from day to day

and we pray to God above

say a prayer for your local Firemen.

He may save the one’s you love.