He polishes his badge with the same care as he bathes his newborn. He irons perfect creases into his uniform. Once dressed and double-checked, he radios in to dispatch “10-8 for shift, good morning.” Continue reading
We planned on doing our tradition of celebrating a party with extended family and then just the three of us together, but due to Brad’s department at the time, we had to cancel his family party back in Minnesota. Brad was unable to get the time off for the party so we opted to make a huge deal out of his third birthday- his last one in Missouri! Continue reading
When people picture life of police wives, I feel like they either get the vision of the proud wife beaming over her decorated husband or maybe the darker picture of the weeping wife receiving her consolation flag. Truth is, there are a lot of quirks just in the day-to-day. Continue reading
September 2, 2014.
We were living in a quiet northern suburb of Kansas City. Brad worked overnights and we were fresh off of Labor Day weekend.
Marshall (then two years old) and I were just waking up for the day; still in our pajamas, we made our way to the kitchen to get started on breakfast as day barely broke over the city.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Continue reading
“You are too sensitive, a bleeding heart.” My dad would tell me as a little girl. From a young age, I have possessed a very strong ability to empathize. I see or hear people’s stories and I’m instantly transported; I am dropped into their shoes and feel their pain, drawing on my own fears to relate.
Enter Black Lives Matter. Enter the call for reforms in law enforcement and protests in the streets. Continue reading
“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil, is for good men to do nothing.”
I often find myself staying quiet online, when an officer is involved in a shooting. Fearing that my words may not be enough, that knowing I am married to an officer will skew my words when you cannot hear the sincerity in my voice. No longer letting my self-consciousness get in the way, I’m going to try to give this my best shot and hopefully get my point across. Continue reading
When word releases that an officer is down, it usually hits the “blue line family” before the general public. During that time, every spouse of a LEO must keep this information to themselves and it leads to a lot of reflection.
At first,my mind always goes to that family and what they are going through. My heart aches when I hear the fallen’s name and see their face; when I see the wife and the children, tears can’t be stopped. Continue reading
Dark is falling and with it trouble arises. The officer puts on his kevlar vest and holsters his gun as little eyes watch from the next room.
“I love you buddy, be good and listen to mom, okay?” The officer stands well over six feet tall, but his voice is soft and gentle as he speaks on a bent knee.
“I love you too papa, I miss you, be safe!” His son chirps back. Be safe, a concept foreign to most four-year olds but not at all lost on this one in particular. With a hug and kiss they part, the officer kisses his wife and the small baby she holds in her arms, walking out of the door- leaving his family behind. Continue reading
The fourteenth day was a day our family looks forward to every Christmas season. It was our Shop with a Cop day. The day that I am always just so humbled by these amazing children and find a deeper appreciation for the work my husband does in the community everyday. Feel free to read more about the organization and our past experiences here and here.