Today I visited his city firehouse. Last night, I sent Missy 40 cell phone photos to help me select what to wear.

While I DID expect lots of bare-chested firefighters just hanging around, I wasn't disappointed seeing my son on the job he loves.
The doors.


The pole is three stories.

My son.

I had him put his gear on.


I couldn't even stand up straight with the jacket on.

I REALLY wanted to go on a fire call. Heels and all.

My face hurt from smiling so much.
