One of the sweetest things I've seen since coming back down to our old stompin grounds is taking James to see where Matt used to work at the fire station. This little Joe Cool wore Daddy's sunglasses the whole way to the station & his little motor was running!
"I drive the fire truck, I drive the fire truck, you drive Daddy? Your fire truck Daddy? I drive. "
Boys & the fire trucks. James was handing out truck to each of us, and somehow Mommy was given the ambulance to drive. Is that a testament of my driving skills?? haha. James wanted to drive the ladder truck & Daddy the tanker truck. "Dis one fer you, Mommy. You drive dis one. Daddy dis one a you Daddy, you drive dis one. Dis one a James, James fire truck"
I am so thankful for having the opportunity for our boys to grow up knowing what a real hero their Daddy was/is. A gift I never could have given myself- seeing it with their own eyes will be truly an inspiration to them. I hope to never forget what it was like to have him away every 3rd night on duty & to always support the local stations. Even a little gift of dessert goes a long way to say thank.you.for.what.you.do.