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.

4.29.10

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.