I watch her in the evening
as shes getting dressed
i cant help but feel so lucky
to be married to one of the best

i know that i am biased
all police husbands feel the same
blessed and deeply honored
to carry our wonderfull wife's name

i try to make sure she knows
how proud i am of her
always fighting the food fight
in a battle they cant seem to win

my heart goes out to those husbands
whose women have made that sacrafice
they promised to seve and protect
with their lives they paid the price

i sleep in fitful dreams
afraid I'll get "the call"
"I'm corry. we tried our best"
:but know she gave her all."

my arms go around her
the minute shes in the door
"rough night hun?" i ask her
as she drops her gun belt to the floor

"no worse then yesterday"
is always her reply
i kiss her lip's and thank god again
that it wasnt her day to die.