I Love a Man in Uniform

Doug's been out of town since Thursday. He'll be back tonight. He's been with his squad in Washington, D.C. for National Police Memorial Week. They're not there for the fun or to get out of town for a few days...they're there to escort families of fallen officers. With every escort, there is a reminder of the risks they took when they chose to protect and serve. Two years ago a fellow Lexington police officer was killed in the line of duty, so their time there is not only professional, it is also personal. Last year, Bryan Durman was honored during Police Memorial Week...they got to pay their respects to him before leaving today.

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A few times since Doug left on Thursday, I found myself selfishly missing him...but then I remembered the families who would be missing their loved ones much longer than I had to miss Doug. I'm remembering those families tonight as I wait for him to return...knowing that he is going to walk through the door; I'm remembering those families who wait for the door to open everyday, to see the familiar smile on the other side, when deep down they know they'll be waiting until eternity. I've always loved a man in uniform and I'll admit it has been mainly for shallow reasons. Tonight, I love a man in uniform for reasons only a wife of a police officer can understand.

Sentimental

As the days of school left reach the single digits, my excitement for my first summer break can almost be contained. I'm excited to start some projects at home. I'm excited to maybe find out what it feels like to be bored. I'm most excited for my best friend Megan's new baby girl who should be arriving right as the summer is kicking off! We had her baby shower last weekend, which really made everything seem so real! I'm so excited for her and her husband Jeremy as they start this new chapter together. 

With all the changes coming as a new season is beginning, I can't help but look at this picture above. I took this picture on my first day of being in my very own classroom. I had NO idea what I was doing...all I knew was everything I had worked for was finally at my fingertips. I spent weeks working on getting my classroom just right, wanting it to be perfect for the kiddos that were about to arrive. I think back to the first day of school-the kids seemed just as scared as I was. When I think about the growth that has been made this year, I am not only looking at my kiddos, but also myself. I'll never forget this group for many reasons. As our days together become limited, it is finally starting to set in that my time to be an influence in their life is coming to an end. It really makes you stop and think, "did I do my best?", "did I do all I could?"....I sure hope so.