If you’re a police officer, you have to accept the fact that any day could be your last, if you love a police officer you have to accept it too.
Its easy to be proud that your husband is a cop. He looks d@mn good in his uniform. He saves lives, kicks a$$, has a special kind of respect from many, and he’s all yours.
But what you hate is how absolutely sick you are with worry sometimes. Maybe you’ve just had a bad feeling all day or you’re listening to the police scanner and know he’s out on a dangerous call. You see local wanted criminals on the news and you worry your husband will be the one to find them.
You pray your socks off everyday for him and his safety, and you pray even harder on the days he actually works. You spend half the month home alone at night and countless holidays without him. I used to love a police officer.
One evening around 7 pm my police officer was working nights. It would be the last night he ever wore the uniform. I was sitting around goofing off on my phone when a text flashed across the screen “I’ve shot someone, I’m ok”.
Little did we know that our entire worlds would be turned upside down in the days and years to come and that we’d be engaged, married, and parents, before it was ever resolved.
Little did we know that the world would have to power to push us closer together than we’ve ever been and pull us further apart than we could ever imagine.
There were days of uncertainty, tears, anger, hope, and set backs that had no end in sight.
We found hope in unfamiliar places and lost it in places that felt comfortable. We learned a lot of lessons along the way and like to think we made it to the other side stronger.
I used to love a police officer, but now I love a man.
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they will be called sons of God.