My Man

“Didn’t I tell you I always wanted to be a cop when I was little? “ We had been together 10 years at this point and I was pregnant with our 5^th child. As a teen I played a lots of cops and robbers games where I was the one running from the cops. Every single time I saw one I’d break into an adrenaline rush and would need to fight or flight. No, he definitely didn’t mention this little piece of information to me, because I would have run. I had not experienced a nice cop in my entire life. My prejudices did not arrive from the television, I experienced bad cops, sad to say the good ones were way out numbered. With the amount of encounter’s I had experienced I was sure if one became a cop, one also became a bully. Not knowing it was the bully, at times, attracted to the job. Holding my heavy belly I couldn’t breath, I was certain my marriage was over. I couldn’t be married to one of them, I couldn’t have them at my house, and I couldn’t have them around my children.

13 years passed, I was wrong, in some respects. He remained good, mostly unaffected, although, I think his sense a humor is a little cop warped. He is also able to do messy coroners cases and seems to have an internal on/off switch. He figured out a way, with the heavy burden of a large family, to take care of us and to do what he always wanted since he was little. No one is more passionate about their job than Ian. I am proud of him for so very many reasons, but one of the biggest reasons is his good heart. If he takes you to jail it’s because you really deserved it. He doesn’t need or like to throw his weight around, I know him to be humble, but make no mistake, he is a walking lethal weapon and you would never know it because his priority is kindness.