Kellen

Kellen is my husband.  He’s wonderful, which, of course, is not very descriptive.  How many people say, “My husband is so-so.”  He is my first and only boyfriend.  When my family moved back to the States from Saudi Arabia the summer before I started 6th grade, I developed a huge crush on him.  I didn’t actually start talking to him regularly and become his friend until 9th grade, and then I was sunk.  Finally, when I was 16, he asked me out, and the rest is history.  He was a year older than I was, so he went off to college my senior year.  That year apart was tough for us, but it made us talk and brought us closer together.  I went to Harding, too, the next year, and we ended up with our wedding half planned before he ever asked me to marry him.

He proposed to me in July 2005, and when we told everybody we were finally engaged, the general reaction wasn’t “Congratulations!” or “I’m so happy for you!” or even “When’s the wedding?”  No, what we heard was, “It’s about time!”  (Okay, people did congratulate us and ask about the wedding after they said that.)  We were engaged for 3 days short of 18 months, as we decided to wait and get married after we graduated from college.  I was supposed to graduate in December of 2006 (I ended up graduating a semester earlier, but that’s a long story and I get mad when I tell it so we’ll gloss over that here), so we decided to get married on our sixth anniversary- January 6, 2007.

There couldn’t be a better husband for me.  He puts up with my craziness, takes amazing care of me when I feel bad, helps me keep the house livable, and is an amazing father.  I love to see him with our daughter.

He is the love of my life and always will be!