So many beautiful moments from this day. Here are a few of my favorites!
I get this question a lot. If I’m being honest, I think I do better than most police wives when it comes to coping with the lifestyle. Although I suffer from an anxiety disorder, somehow, someway, I do not fear for my husband’s safety. I sleep like a rock straight through the night. I firmly believe most of the peace I hold can be attributed to the prayers my family prays over him and our marriage. In fact, I can’t wait to hear stories when Seth gets off a shift. I’m the kind of wife that likes to know ALL the details. The kind of wife that likes to give a high five after a good felony arrest. I find it all rather fascinating.
The pros to being a police wife:
- I get to see my husband dress up in uniform on the daily.
- I get my own bed at night. (Which may be my favorite benefit. He’s basically a human furnace. I love the man, but I also love good sleep.)
- We get discounts at most donut shops. WOO!
- I get to be proud of the work he does. I know that he makes a difference.
- I don’t see him much. I work full time/sometimes overtime throughout the week. I’m lucky if I get to spend an hour or two with him during the weekdays before he goes to work. I see him less in our first year of marriage than when we were dating.
- Here and there I get excited during the day about something random and want to call him immediately to tell him about it. Or I’ll want to see if he’d like to join me for lunch. But my reality is that he sleeps when I work, and I work while he sleeps.
- I have to watch him strap on a bullet proof vest before every shift. My mind is desensitized to it most of the time, but every once in a while I remember why he puts it on. The baton doesn’t faze me, the taser doesn’t faze me. The gun doesn’t even faze me. But for some reason that dang vest reminds me how vulnerable and human he is.
- The missed holidays and family gatherings
- The constant criticism I see online of police as a whole. Don’t get me started. Lawd, help me.
- Not knowing when he will come home. It could be on time, it could be 1-5 hours later.
As fore mentioned, despite the pesky anxiety troll constantly breathing down my neck, I do okay with rationalizing Seth’s safety. Statistically I know he is not likely to ever be shot at. I know he is smarter than 98% of the criminals he comes into contact with. He’s intuitive. Quick witted. Most of all, he is a peacemaker. So even if the statistics weren’t on our side, I know this is what he is called to do.
But if I’m being brutally honest, there is a part of this that scares me. (Even more than him getting hurt.) I worry about his mind, heart, and spirit. He encounters brokenness every day. One of his first calls out of the gate was having to take two babies away from their parents because the mother waited over a month to report sexual abuse by the father. BABIES. Under 3 years old. What thoughts go through your mind as you strap two babes into the back of a cop car so you can take them to the hospital to be examined? And soon after be transported to a children’s home? He has walked in on multiple suicides. Dealt with rape victims, shootings, robberies. He’s circling a world heavily influenced by Satan himself. That. scares. me.
I know my faith should be stronger, but humans are weak and our spirits grow weary. I’m scared that being exposed to this much darkness will make him more cynical. That his experiences will influence him to stop trusting people. That his mind will get foggy and his thoughts grow dim.
It makes me sad that he hardly sees the sunlight. It makes me sad that he can’t follow some of these cases through to see a happy ending. And it makes me sad that he works his tail off every single day only to be spit on and called a racist and it makes me MAD to read comments from the general public who think (with no insight or training) that they know how to do his job better than he does.
What’s it like to be the wife of a cop? Interesting. Tiring. Confusing. Frustrating. Inconvenient. Unpredictable. But most of all, necessary. I’ll be the one to support him when society won’t. I’ll be the one he can come to when he can’t shake depression or fear. I’ll be the one rooting for him, never begging him to quit, even though I miss him and get sick of the odd hours. I’ll be the one to pray good ol’ psalm 91 over him and his brothers and sisters on the force. I’m proud to have married into the thin blue line. I’m proud to be a police wife.
Sometimes you’ve simply gotta shoot for fun. Naturally I chose my model because–
A. Do you see her?
B. She’s comfortable in front of the camera. I trusted her to know what looked good with little direction as I wanted to move fairly quickly and get multiple locations.
This look was acheived at VERY little cost. How?
+ She did her own hair and makeup. (I understand 98% of people aren’t as talented as she is. So in this instance, we just got lucky.)
+ I lended her the headpiece I wore on my wedding day.
+ I got the dress on clearance at Dillard’s for less than $60. #steal
+ OH…and the bouquet was all handpicked at good ol’ Hobby Lobby when their florals were on sale.
I’d say for a last minute styled shoot, we didn’t do too shabby. I’m so happy I chose Haley to model for me, especially after she mentioned that she didn’t get many bridal portraits on her wedding day.
In addition to being a killer makeup artist, almost more impressive is the fact that she has mastered the macaroon. I’m not a baker….but I’ve heard that’s like…really hard. “Trial and error,” she says. “It’s all about the method,” she says. French over Italian or Italian over French. And something about folding meringue. (I had to ask google how to even spell that.) My knowledge of baking goes no further than watching the Great British Baking Show.
If you’re interested in a custom order of macaroons or would simply like to follow her journey of being a wife, mother of two, and small business owner- follow the links below!
Undoubtedly my favorite aspect of this city is the unending support of local business. If you get out at all, you’ve noticed the rise in start ups. Wichita is FULL of creative entrepreneurs ready to serve you enthusiastically. Why?
These small business men/women didn’t settle for anything less than a passionate pursuit. They weren’t satisfied with getting a decent 9-5 job to pay the bills. They had a vision.
That vision is different for every entrepreneur, but there is a common denominator. They serve people in a way that comes completely natural, and in a way that fulfills them – whether it be creating menus for a restaurant, designing a website, or capturing timeless moments in a photograph. Whatever the case may be, these people take pride in their craft and push to bring their best work forward. Wichitans recognize that in small businesses and will go out of their way to support them, which makes this city a GREAT place to jump into the roller coaster of the entrepreneurial life. The low cost of living makes it all the more achievable to invest in your business, leading to much quicker growth.
Have you noticed the rising popularity of the Wichita flag waving from porches, sported on tshirts and car bumpers? That’s the sign of a community that takes pride in its home, a people invested in staying local, shopping local, and taking care of their neighbors. Celebrating their neighbors. Creating with their neighbors.
The flourishing of the city has only just begun. Wichita has a bright future. I believe in it. I want to be a part of it. I’m staying right here, committed to contributing to it.
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