That sounds like an oxymoron, right? Because he's asleep, and I'm lying here awake. Because it's probably the noise that's keeping me up. Because this is just one of many nights that I'll lie here while he snores. But it's the truth. I am thankful.
Because he's breathing.
He has one of the toughest jobs on the planet. I may be biased, but you'll never convince me otherwise. I am the proud owner of my very own police officer, and I have the shiny white and gold certificate to prove it.
We are young, very young in fact, but we were not about to let that stop us from pledging our lives to one another. He knew from Day 1, and though it took me a couple years to come around, as I stood in front of him and said my vows, I'd never been more certain of anything in my life. He is my forever.
They say that the first year of marriage is the hardest. Add that to figuring out how to be a police wife, and let's just say the past seven months have had their ups and downs. Far more ups than downs, but it's not been what one could consider easy. We've endured the adjustment from days to night shift and back to days and back to nights more times than I care to count. He's moved departments, and we've moved cities, and we have grown so tight knit with our police family that a stranger wouldn't know we weren't blood.
So I am blessed.
Lord knows I love this snoring man though, with everything in me. I'd take him and his noisiness laying beside me over waiting for him to come home any day.
New chapters in life always find themselves to be interesting, and I'm beginning this blog in the middle of really good one. I hope you enjoy what you find, and that maybe it brings some hope and peace to your days.
xoxo,
LRod 💙
Blessed are the Peacemakers, for they shall be called the children of God.
Matthew 5:9
