Here is something I have come to believe after more than 20 years in this life.
God did not make a mistake when He created my husband to be a firefighter. And I do not think He made a mistake when He created me to walk beside him either.
I did not always see it that way. There were plenty of nights when I felt more tired than called. There were holidays when the chairs were empty, birthdays that got moved, and plenty of days I wondered how I was going to do all of it on my own. If you read my last post, you know I have felt lonely in this life, and I do not hide that.
But somewhere along the way, I started to see it differently. Loving a firefighter means learning a different kind of strength.
It means learning to support each other. Even when the support looks like handling a flooded kitchen by myself because he is on shift, or sending a quick text that says, I am proud of you.
It means learning to challenge each other. A good marriage is not two people who never disagree. It is two people who care enough to say the hard thing and then hold hands afterward.
It means learning to laugh through the tears. I promise you, there is a lot of laughing in our house. There have to be. Some of the best moments in our marriage have been the ones where we were so tired and stressed that all we could do was laugh.
And it means holding onto faith when the days feel heavy. Some shifts are heavier than others, and some seasons are harder. In those times, I have found that the Lord is faithful to meet us right where we are.
Here is the way I think about it now. Being a firewife is not just about loving the firefighter. It is about learning to love the life that comes with the uniform, and trusting God through all of it.
That does not mean it is always easy. It does not mean you will never feel lonely again. It just means that you do not have to walk it alone, and that there is purpose in the waiting, even when you cannot see it yet. You are not an afterthought in your spouse's calling. You were chosen for this too.
A few things I would tell any first responder spouse who is feeling worn out today:
Your role matters. The home you keep and the steady love you give are part of why your spouse can keep showing up.
You are allowed to need support. Find your people. A fire wife sister, a friend at church, a counselor, anyone who gets it.
Laughter is not disrespectful. You can have a hard day and still find something funny. It is part of how we make it through.
God has not forgotten you. He sees the quiet nights and the long waits.
That is what I wanted to put on the page with Hatteras House. It is the story of a first responder family working through the realities of this lifestyle, and it is meant to be a safe place for spouses, firefighters, and kids to land. If you read it and think, somebody gets it, then it did what I hoped it would.
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And there is more to come. In Weathering the Storm, Matt and Laura Garrison are still learning how to navigate life after Matt's PTSD diagnosis. Matt is working toward healing and rebuilding the trust trauma nearly destroyed, and Laura carries the emotional weight of loving someone who is still fighting invisible battles. Together they are discovering that healing is not a straight path, it is a daily choice. I will be sharing more about this book soon.
Come follow along on Instagram, and tell me what you wish more people understood about life as a first responder family.
To every first responder spouse reading this today, I see you. You are not alone, and you were made for this.
