Beauty and the Police

Being a Police Officer's wife is new to me. Wes has only been an officer for a couple months now, and I am adjusting to schedule changes, new traditions, being alone during church service, holding down the fort during fellowship with other couples and friends. I have gotten used to it, and I am getting in a rhythm and I am very happy and proud. I am still sad about what occured to our great country on September 11, 2011. Anytime I see any footage from that day, I tear up. I felt for the daughters, the wives, the relatives of the people effected by this. I have had these feelings for nine years before this. Every year on this day, it feels the same, such sadness. Today is different. This year is different. I now look at the footage and I only see Police Officers and Fire Fighters. I only see the people with uniforms on. I only think about how they are covered in the dust of the Twin Towers and yet are scrambling to get back to search for survivors. Heavenly Father, bless them and...

I really do. We got a two bedroom apartment now so that people can come stay with us! I was so excited that I even convinced my husband to get us a King sized bed so that our Queen could go into the new guest room! Little did I know...that when I told Wes that he could keep his Police things in the "GUEST" room that this would somehow translate to "POLICE" room when it came from my mouth to his ears. Oh, yes...we have had people stay here. Yes...we have had people over for dinner. Alas, it is still apparent that this is no guest room - but a place that has holders for all of my husbands things. The end of the bed/entrance to the closet. Someone thinks that putting my woobies ontop of his things will hide it... Ahh yes..that is the BED. AKA, shelf. Somewhere amidst these things is a wonderful display of Wes' treasures...somewhere... Needless to say, I'd like to have a garage...office...something. Where I never have to enter. Ever. P.S. Da...

Wes has been out in the field for the past six weeks and it has gone great, minus the fact a that little sleep takes place.  The fact that he gets no sleep may or may not be Wes' least favorite part of his job. Wait...no...he really despises wearing wool and a Kevlar vest in 104 degree temperatures. Maybe that's a tie?!  Well anyway - it is a bummer because he LOVES to sleep.  The job is going really well otherwise. He LOVES learning new things and he is really good at it (being a teacher, I am going to entitle myself to give these kinds of assessments...even if it may mean inflating my husband's ego a smidge). Out in the field, he got a few "least acceptables" and a few "most acceptables"  every night for the first few weeks. Now, he is getting most acceptables way more than least acceptables!  Ok, let me get these braggin' shoes off... This shift has been great for Wes. He learns so much, and he gets great calls. However, because it is from 4:30...