Aug 13, 2015

Through the Eyes of a Police Officer’s Child.

I hear the pitter patter of his purposeful little steps running down the hallway.  I know the swan dive into our bed is imminent.  “Take me to see a police car!”  He’s 4 years old, he has bright blue eyes, and resembles his father.   Just in the past few months, he has finally understood that his daddy wears the same uniform as the guys who drive his favorite toy cars and play his favorite characters on TV.   He doesn’t understand the weight that comes along with his father’s occupation.  In his world, there is only good.  Bad doesn’t exist.  He
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