Braggin on my hubby!

Almost two years ago (five days before Christmas) my husband's station responded to a house fire.  They were among the first into the blaze.   A man, covered in soot cried out "my grandson is still inside."  Tony ran back into the burning house, found the little boy and pulled him out.  {Warning: this doesn't have a happy ending}  Although the paramedics on scene tried their hardest, the poor little boy was pronounced pulse-less.

 I am so proud of him for going back into the fire, and tonight he and the other responders were recognized at an award ceremony, and given a special pin to wear on their Class-A uniforms for the remainder of their career.  I know it's part of the job, but I'm still so proud.  I'm so thankful for my husband, and all of the firefighters willing to risk their lives for ours on a daily basis.

{And just because Leila's eyes look so pretty!}

PS - this post was much more gushy and gave a lot more details, but my hubby said it was embarassing.  Oy!