admiration

I started watching the olympics last night and I couldn't help but think of their dedication. I think these stories are the ultimate fairy tale stories of hard work and grace. That said it got me to thinking of who I admire. I must say that one of the things I admire in my husband is his love for his work. He is not one of those paramedic firefighters that rides around with their lights on their car or something flashing what he does. He is not about that and never will be. But I have seen my husband do what he does. He gets up in the middle of the night and puts in way too many hours. He gives. I have listened on the radio while he has pulled someone from a vehicle or has been the first into a fire. He is calm at these times like no one else I have seen. When the situation becomes serious he is even calmer. I watch his eyes now and see where he really is but I don't think anyone else notices. I have switched off CPR with him and can't help but admire and respect him. I know I am biased because I love him more than anything for so many reasons but I know that he is a quiet hero. I can't lie, there have been a few times where his job has frightened me. When he doesn't come home and I know there is a fire. I wait anxiously. I pray when that happens. I think he would be mad at me for posting this but he'll get over it. I am proud of him. I admire him.I adore him.