
So, I finally found some time to do a scrapbook layout again.
Now that my half marathon race is over, I am looking forward to spending more time in my craft room again. This doesn't mean I am finished with running. I am going to continue to run 3, 4 and 5 miles throughout the week but the running is not going to rule my evenings anymore! If I cannot squeeze it in, I'm not gonna sweat it. And if I feel more like scrapbooking than running, I'm gonna do it!
My daughter took this Instagram shot of my husband and I the other weekend when we were in the mountains. I love it. I don't have many shots of us, other than the ones I take at arms length when he will let me.
But this one is particularly special after this week...
I think I have mentioned that my husband is a firefighter, or 'an ordinary everyday hero' as he likes to put it. As such, he works shift work with two days on followed by two nights on, then four days off. I can't say that I like the night shifts at all, but on the day shifts he is home when the girls and I are getting home from school and in time for supper.
However, this past week, one of my fears as a firefighter's wife surfaced.
When Sean works a day shift his shift ends at 5pm and typically he is home between 5:30 and 6pm. On those days, I make supper and try to have it ready when he comes home so that we can all eat together. But this night he wasn't home at 6. Or 6:30.
Now, there is the odd occasion when they are out at a call when it is shift-change. In that case he finishes out the call and texts me to say he will be late. But at 7pm I still had not heard from him. This is when the fear began to rise in my heart.
I am not a worrier. I don't stress over things I cannot control. I do not get all panicky and lose all common sense. But this night felt strange. I must admit that swirling in my mind were all the possibilities of what could have happened knowing the dangers that he faces each time he is on the job. At 7:30 I texted him a simple message to ask where he was and was he okay? No response.
I started to wonder what would be my line of action. Do I call the fire department or his fire hall? Do I call the hospitals? Will someone come to my doorstep like I see on the movies? Would I call his parents first, or mine?
I tried to tell myself everything was alright and that there was a perfectly good explanation for the lateness. I kept thinking I saw the garage door open. I kept telling myself to breathe. And I prayed.
At 8pm I heard the familiar 'woohoo' that I programmed into my iPhone to alert me of a text message. With anticipation, I read the text message and indeed it was from my husband. Relief flooded over me. He was safe and on his way home. He had been tied up at a fire all this time and could not contact me.
For this reason, the photo above is one that I hold dear now. My prayer is that we will always be side-by-side as we walk through life and that even though he faces danger on the job, my God will always bring him home to me... forever.