My husband is a fire captain. Recently, he was on the apparatus committee as his department designed and built 2 new fire engines.
It just so happened that one of them needed a few finishing touches not far from where we live.
And in order to get the engine from the fixer people to the fire station, it was decided that Paul would pick it up, and then drive it in when he went to work the next morning.
Which meant that for about 12 hours,
we had the coolest house on the block.
With the coolest Daddy ever.
A truly staggering percentage of our family pictures have been taken in front of various pieces of fire equipment.
The kids never tire of seeing a fire engine.
And Paul never seems to tire of explaining what everything does.
I sat on the front porch with Brianna for a little while, and we laughed and laughed at the cars going by with drivers doing a serious double take at the fire engine in our driveway.
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