This weekend we celebrated my husband's fire company field days.
It is something we look forward to each year.
Great food.
Fire truck parade.
Fried dough.
If you are lucky you might get to meet your hero.
I was sitting at a table in the fire hall waiting for Mr. M. to get ready to go home.
My oldest son Chase ran up to me.
He had a look on his face like he had seen a super star.
Like Justin Bieber, maybe.
No, even better.
"MOM," he said, "I am sitting next to THE DEPUTY SHERIFF!"
The pure excitement on his face.
Well I had to do something about this.
I grabbed Mr. M. and told him to introduce his son to the Deputy.
Mr. M. and the deputy went to school together when they were kids.
Mr. M. introduced the Deputy to all three of our children.
You could just see the joy on Chase's face.
I was standing behind my son when he shook the deputy's hand.
With a grin so large on his face, he turned to me and said, " I am never washing my hand again."
Such a special comment, I could not keep it to myself.
I told the Deputy what my son had said.
He needed to know.
He needed to know he was my son's hero.
Not a rock star.
Not a sports star.
Not a movie star.
Even better.
A man who risks his life every day to protect those around him.
A Deputy Sheriff.
