Scott on the far left and Emma on the far right
I’ve known Scott for 18 years and he’s only been a trooper for 9 of those. While it feels like he’s doing what he was always meant to do, there are times that it still feels new. Last night was one of those.
The girls and I stopped by the truck stop down by our house on the way home to fill up the gas in the van. As we were sitting there facing the gas station Lexi blurts out she sees a police car like Daddy’s. I look and sure enough there were two trooper cars parked in front of the attached Subway.
Before having a trooper as a husband I’d always scoff at a group of officers at a restaurant. It never failed someone would joke about being able to speed or rob a store since all the officers were busy eating donuts. I have to admit, my first reaction is still to joke. But after a closer look in the windows last night, I saw Scott eating a sub with two of his coworkers. And I have to say, it’s a weird feeling looking at this group and knowing one of those guys is the father of your children, the guy who vacuumed your van earlier that day, the guy that will crawl in bed with you when his shift is over.
We finished pumping gas and I pulled up to the building and let the girls run in to give their Daddy a hug. It fascinates me that all my kids will ever know is having a police officer as a father. That seeing a group of police cars at a restaurant will excite them, not so they can speed, but so they might have a chance to give their daddy a hug.
It’s different for me and status quo for the girls. All I know is there’s something about it that’s good.
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