Thursday, November 26, 2015

Happy Thanksgiving!

As NYC plays host to a Thanksgiving Tradition, I will post my favorite balloon, waiting to see him this year with my little guy and my puppy as my husband secures his post on the Parade Route.
I wish you all a Very Happy Thanksgiving---whatever day you end up celebrating---and safety at all times.
May God Richly Bless You! 

Monday, November 16, 2015

I Stand With France

Photo credit via Mr Finigen on Reddit
I spoke of this the other day, as the Paris attacks unfolded, and in the aftermath of yet another disgusting attempt by terrorists to undermine our God-Given freedom: I stand with France.
I stand with the USA, and Israel, and all other nations that value freedom.
Apparently, countries around the world showed their true colors by lighting up some of their most recognizable places with the colors of the French Flag.
The Eiffel Tower---dark---in remembrance.

It's been about twenty years since I was last in Paris; it saddens me to think that I hadn't had an opportunity to go back since that last trip. I loved it there: the food, the history, the people, the pace...I spent almost an entire day at Musee d'Orsay...and I've longed to go back ever since.

If anything, that longing is only stronger now.

Friday, November 13, 2015


Wednesday was a long day.
So was yesterday, hence the post today.
The post I needed to write because even as two days have passed, it's still on my mind...and I'm sure it's still playing on my husband's mind as well.
Wednesday Roc got called to go to the Veteran's Day Parade.This is a detail he doesn't mind; the crowd is usually well-mannered, and the weather is generally decent.
This Wednesday was rainy and cold and raw. I thought of him and felt bad for him several times throughout the day, hoping the rain would let up or the wind would die down.
More than that, he came home and told me that the parade wasn't even very well attended.
And he was sad.
And I was appalled.
He also told me that there were easily thousands more people in attendance for the St. Patrick's Day Parade, regardless of weather. And then he told me the real reason he was upset: that almost every person he interacted with had no idea what the parade was for...and that the people he interacted with kept asking him why the streets were blocked off.
He asked one woman, "Do you really not know what today is?"
He joked with a man: "The Queen of England is here visiting."
The man took him at his word, then asked Roc if he had seen her yet.
And my husband was quietly disgusted. He has worked many a Parade in NYC: cultural Parades, demonstrations, and the like. Everyone seemed to know why they were there.
And yet here he was, facing the men and women that made ANY Parade possible, and no one seemed to see the significance.
He shook a few hands, and thanked various Service Members for their Service.
They thanked him back.
And after a long, hard, cold and wet day...we toasted the troops with a glass of wine in a warm living room.
We figured it was the least we could do.

Monday, November 9, 2015

A Moment of Panic

Every Police Wife knows that moment: the panic you feel when the News is reporting something and you've yet to hear from your significant other. I had a rare personal moment with a hot cup of tea this morning, and while lovingly licking my spoon, I came across a headline shouting:

1 reported dead, 2 wounded in subway shooting near NYC's Penn Station

Keep in mind that my husband was nowhere near Penn Station this morning; in fact, the subway train I knew him to be on was definitely going in the opposite direction.

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter that just an hour or so later that same news outlet was reporting that the shooting had nothing to do with terrorism and something to possibly do with drugs; I replayed a recent argument in my head as I texted him furiously.

A moment later it occurred to me that my brother worked not far from Penn Station.

So now I was texting the two men in my life that were currently in NYC and it took only a few moments to hear back from my kid brother. He was fine, and in fact he was still home sleeping when the incident occurred.

Great. Now I could focus all my texting energy on my husband, as I pictured him lying on a stretcher, reaching for his shield, his cell phone...calling out my name...a bevy of NYPD and FDNY trying to get him over to the hospital...

...and then the text. 

...and then the sigh of relief.

...and then the silent promise to stop fighting about the recyclables.

...and then that last, final sip of reheated tea.

Yes: a moment of panic is always a great way to start the day.

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