वोर्री तो Fire

I was up late last night. My usually couple of phone calls with my husband at work were the usual, although he did mention that people were a little more out of control that night (he's a police officer). I don't know if it's the fact that the weather has finally cooled off enough to be tolerable for people to be outside, but whatever it is, people have been unruly lately.

While on the phone with John at about midnight or so, I heard a frantic call come in over his radio from another officer requesting assistance. Of course John told me he loved me, said "I gotta go" and snapped his phone shut. I reminded myself at that moment that he is doing what he loves and he is doing everything he can to make sure he comes home from work safe.

We have talked about the fact that when I do finally fall asleep at night, it is with no less than two phones on my pillow and a weary eye on the clock. I love 7:45 AM, simply for the fact that I can hear him walking quietly down the hall, stopping to whisper "I love you" at our daughter's door and coming into our room to kiss me good morning and tell me that he's home safe. I knew what I was getting into when John decided that it was time to follow his dream, we talked about it many times before hand. I still will never get used to the fact that my husband goes to work wearing a gun and that he puts his life on the line every night he steps foot out of our house.

Hurried calls from him like last nights are the norm, although I don't think I will every become accustomed to them, nor do I want to be. I stayed up most of the night beading, to keep my mind calm and my hands busy. I finished what I started last night this morning as Ocean tottled around the living room. Fleur on Fire--what I did while waiting for John to get home.