I married the King of Poo

I married the King of Poo
My husband started working for the sanitary district when he was 18 years old, literally shoveling shit. Talk at our dinner table frequently revolves around less than savory subjects. But hey, poo is, after all, our bread and butter.
He was also a Volunteer Firefighter for 12 years, became a cadet at 17 and then promoted to Captain when he was 21. He still remains in contact with his firefighting brothers and sisters, and the reunions are an absolute blast. The amount of camaraderie and mutual respect among his peers is a true testament to their character and dedication to the service of others.
Good people still exist. Respect and admiration exist. Good people like my husband command it.
In every sense of the word, he is a self made man, who worked his way up, slow and steady, forgoing pay for benefits, like many civil servants. I couldn’t be more proud of him, and I’m grateful every day for all he’s done for me and our daughter, Jess. He is an upstanding, humble, decent man. I may not have always been deserving, but I’m proud, and fortunate to be his partner.

A couple of weeks ago he took me around the plant to see some of the new processes they’ve implemented. SuperDave is the Operations Supervisor for a 28,000,000 gallon per day water reclamation and wastewater treatment plant. If you’ve never had the opportunity to tour a municipal treatment plant, you should. I felt like I was visiting NASA. So, I thought I’d share some photos and some background….have a good night Geeps.