HF got his stripes

HAPPY NEWS. Last week in front of his peers, HF was promoted to Sergeant. I was thrilled to be able to pin on his shiny new badge. It was a wonderful evening as he was recognized for all his efforts and hard work over the years that led to this moment. We've been a little busy the last while adjusting to the new assignment and schedule. He is back on graves, unfortunately, but at this point I can do any shift. I am an expert at shifts. I mean, once you've done all the shifts, it just doesn't matter anymore which one he's on. They all suck. Am I right? 😉

I've been calling him Sexy Sarge, and other Sergeant nicknames galore, and we are generally, all in all, very happy with this promotion. Two things. The difference in pay, which we were in need of desperately. And recognition. It's a little difficult for HF to take all the attention. On the one hand, I think like most cops, they don't want the recognition. He's a pretty humble guy and doesn't like to toot his own horn. On the other hand, police receive such little praise and attention, that it is a very satisfying and an emotional experience to FINALLY hear the things that you need to hear, mostly from your peers and superiors. Kind of a funny juxtaposition. Now he's a little police daddy to his own crew at night and I know he will do well. He is respected and looked up to. And a lot of fun too! Or so I've been told...

I am in full party mode. Whether he likes it or not, we are having a party this weekend with friends and family to celebrate him. He will wake up, partay, and then head off to his grave shift. I will post pictures of our party because it will be awesome. As soon as he gave me the go ahead to throw a party, BAM. This place was decorated the very next day. I can't wait to celebrate this guy with the people we love most. And thank you to Pinterest for all the amazing police party ideas. Oh, you know there will be donuts and police bingo at LEAST. 👮😜