Our holidays revolved around the firehouse. Where Daddy would be, when would we see him, how we could still have him involved in opening presents. It was all centered around the firehouse. The entire family revolves around that firehouse. Appointments are scheduled around J's shift, school conferences, family gatherings - I even made alternate plans for tomorrow's Packer game, so J could sleep - EVERYTHING revolves around his work schedule. So, tell me how I do not take on the identity of a Fire Wife. My kids are proud of their Daddy - Desiree is going to be a firegirl just like her daddy (just ask her, she'll tell you!). I am proud of my husband. When everyone else is running away from the fire, he is running in - to save their stuff, their dog and their lives. When there is an issue with a homeless person downtown and everyone else is trying to avoid them, my husband is trying to help them. When an inmate at the jail has a seizure and the rest of the world is judging him - deciding if it is real or not - my husband is simply trying to make sure he is safe and his needs are tended to. When an elderly woman's blood pressure has spiked and needs transport, he is making sure she is comfortable and informed of what is happening. He is a public servant and a hero.
Don't judge me because I am now calling myself a Fire Wife. I does not define me. I am the sum of all of my parts and that happens to be one of my parts. Was it in my plans? No, absolutely not. But, then again, neither was marriage and children and look at me now. We don't know where life will take us. I am enjoying the ride. Just like the roller coasters - there are moments when I feel like I am going to puke and just want off. There are also those moments of pure exhilaration that remind you why you got on this ride in the first place.