Stalked by a Fire Truck

I’m regularly stalked by fire trucks.

I suppose it’s kind of like how when you buy a new car and, suddenly, you see that model everywhere. Or, how if you’re trying to get pregnant, you see pregnant women everywhere. Or, just like when you’re on a diet and people keep talking about food. That’s what it’s like to be a firefighter’s wife: the fire department follows you everywhere.

I’ll be eating dinner in a different city with a friend and our conversation will be interrupted by the squeal of a siren. Suddenly, lights flashing, a fire truck will pull up to the sidewalk just outside the window where we are eating. Or, like today, I stopped into my doctor’s office this afternoon because earlier today I forgot to take my insurance card with me. LittleBrother took up a conversation with the receptionist about Daddy being a firefighter. She then let us know that her son is a firefighter outside of Columbus.

Or, like this morning at the same doctor’s office, when I was trying to take pictures of the flowering tree in the parking lot only to realize that despite a focus problem due to a smudge on my lens (the HORROR!), I got some nice fire truck bokeh in the background. Lurking, waiting, always present.

This picture is much like my life. Kind of out of focus because I’m so crazy busy. Full of beauty and life and growth. With the fire life always in the background, part of who I am. Who we are.