By Lizzy Christian 
He knew a firefighter needed a miniature version of himself to obsess over firetrucks and think that visiting Daddy at the firehouse was the equivalent of winning a million bucks. So God made a firefighter’s kid.
He knew a firefighter needed little humans bolting toward the door to hug him after a tiring shift like they were sprinting for an Olympic Gold Medal. So God made a firefighter’s kid.
He knew a firefighter needed an infectious giggle and adorable smile to FaceTime him goodnight and make his heart smile after he was on a heartbreaking call. So God made a firefighter’s kid.
He knew a firefighter needed a little person to keep his spouse company while he worked holidays and multiple nights per week for many, many years. So God made a firefighter’s kid.
He knew a firefighter needed a ray of sunshine after absorbing much of the world’s hurts. So God made a firefighter’s kid.
He knew a firefighter needed to continue to carry out his legacy by raising a little human who could make his own mark on the world and offer hope during the darkest days. So God made a firefighter’s kid.
Behind every proud firefighter’s kid is a hardworking hero, just praying they can carry out their calling and return home to the little humans bolting toward the door to hug them after a long shift. And that little firefighter kid is pretending to put out fires and tell everyone their daddy is a hero.
Originally published on the author’s blog
by Lindsey Carver 
