It's no secret I grew up around fire trucks, the firehouse, and with a Dad who was always a hero in my mind, out risking his own life to save others...and voluntarily at that.
I always liked fire trucks as a kid. I went to all the events. I climbed up on and in the trucks like it was nobodies business. It was just a part of my life that I remember--and well. Special trips down to the firehouse with dad, riding to a call with him, or just trying on his gear--for fun.
Although none of my dads kids followed in his footsteps at all to being part of this as adults (lots of his nephews did, though!), it's fun to see our kids get a little part of the past we remember when we were young, too. I don't know--it's that whole life coming full circle thing.
While Eme is a girls girl--she loves trucks, planes and motorcycles, too. I have told her on multiple occasions she MAY NEVER HAVE a motorcycle, EVER (ha), as she proclaims, "It's Enna-nine's motor-cycle!" as one passes by. Um, no thank you ma'am. But I digress.
Firetrucks though? I can handle her liking those. And like them she does. Especially with her PopPop by her side to show her the ropes.
Last week there was a special new truck dedicating event at my dads station. It was a random night, and my husband had plans, so I decided to take Eme along. Well? She LOVED it.
I shouldn't have been surprised. So here are some photos from that gorgeous (but scorching hot) evening.
As we left that night she waved and said, "Bye Fiya-Trucks, see ya soon!"
I loved it. And so did she.