There my husband goes. Lights flashing and sirens wailing on his way to an emergency call. Some days this is about the only way I see him, as he flies by, but I don't mind because we have a little system in place.
Its silly, really, and probably annoys the heck out of my neighbors, but every time the ambulance drives by they wave and wail the siren and horn in a silly little pattern. There will be a series of honk honk! followed by the wail of the good 'ol federal Q siren to hail his hello. Sometimes I hear the call on the radio and know they are going to fly by. Other times I don't have the radio on or am not paying attention so I am pleasantly surprised when I hear the siren greeting out of the blue.
It makes me smile every single time.
And someday soon I will rush to the window with Emily and have her wave at her daddy as he drives by, hard at work, and take joy in the smile I know she'll have, too.