"Poweeman, Momma!"

While I am not going to give June an official theme - - and I am not committing to posting every single day (way too stressful!) - - I am going to try to catch-up on some moments that, while sitting fresh in our memory banks, have not yet made it to the blog.

I will start with a day in late April... John was on patrol on a beat fairly close to the house... and popped in very quickly to say hello to his son, who knows Daddy is a "poweeman," but couldn't remember ever seeing him be one! I didn't even realize he'd pulled into the driveway until Preston started yelling, "Poweeman, Momma! Daddy home!"
(This was actually only the third time I've seen him in uniform... and I'd never seen him behind the wheel until that day. Hubba Hubba... if you like that sort of thing! And... since he's my husband... I do! :-) But I also think that Preston looks pretty stinkin' cute behind the wheel!)

Anyway, even though Preston is a Momma's boy when I am around, I will NEVER be as cool as Daddy!