Graduation

This week, my husband will be graduating from the police academy!  Yeehaw!  The moment we have been awaiting for 20 weeks....and 4 years.

It was 2007 when he decided it was time to switch careers.  Kind of a big deal for a guy choosing a job in which he'd be competing against candidates 10+ years younger, many with military experience.  Now, some of them are 15 years younger...in fact, he was the second oldest in his class.  It seemed to actually benefit him, however, rather than get in his way.  His life experience, reserve time, and level-headedness seem to have aided him more than youth.

He will be graduating from a class that started out with 5 more than it will be ending with - having lost one to injury, one to poor-decision making, one to poor performance, and two to a seemingly unfair string of unfortunate events. 

I will say, it makes me feel that much luckier that my husband is in the clear.

And we're finally there.

Time to celebrate...but not much, cause he goes to work the day after graduation.

I guess there is no rest for the wicked, huh?

Besides...every ending is the beginning of something else.

(Sadly...I went searching for a good police-related graduation quote to close this post, but I could find nothing that wasn't derogatory or negative - what is it with all the cop-haters?)