Sunday, December 1, 2013

My Love.

My husband is the best. I am so honored and blessed to be able to be his wife. He is full of light- smiles at everyone, well-liked by all, looks for the best, intentionally seeks people out, and is the most positive person I know.

This has been a rough semester for Kley. He has a stomach condition, called ulcerative colitis, and this has definitely been a valley in terms of overall health. But, Kley doesn’t complain. In fact, he called me out the other day of complaining more about his condition than himself. He is an example of taking what comes at you and making the best. God has placed us in this position right now, and Kley does well at trusting.

Kley’s faith is strong, and teaches me to love Him more. When I waver, he lifts me up and points me back to Him. He is a good leader. He trusts Him, and that’s the best quality. He leads our small group well and sacrificially serves and encourages.

He always knows the right thing to say to make me feel better. Hearing Kley tell me that everything will be okay is all I need sometimes. He makes me laugh, picks me up and hugs me, and tells me my butt looks really good in yoga pants (which he calls wife pants). He cleans the toilet, pulls my hair out of the shower drain, takes the garbage out in the middle of the winter, and kills all the bugs. When I’ve had a bad day, he will cook dinner sometimes (which is either mac and cheese or frozen pizza, but oh well). About a month ago, he randomly brought me flowers home just because. Last week, when I got home from work, he kissed me and told me he was madly in love with me.

When we were long distance over the summers, Kley would drive to Sioux City with me (an hour away) on my drive home just so we could have one more goodbye. I cried every time, even though I would see him again in a week or two, and he would wipe my tears and tell me it wouldn’t be like this forever (and now we are married with no more goodbyes!). One of my favorite things was driving around Minneapolis, looking at the downtown lights and million dollar houses, just talking.

I will never forget the way he looked at me the first time we saw each other on our wedding day. What an incredible moment that was.

Kley goes for walks with me, watches girly movies, and strokes my hair as I fall asleep at night. He got a pedicure with me on our honeymoon because it was free, even though he hated it and his pinky toe ended up falling off after (and now says he will never get another). He has endured many “torturous” trips to Target and the mall (he doesn’t say it’s torture, but I know he doesn’t love it). If I need something in bed or if someone left the light on, Kley will always get up to get it for me. He made last minute medicine trips late at night when I was sick. He is very low maintenance and content with what he has. He does the dishes for me every night.

Kley has started working at my school this year with the after school program, and what a blessing that has been. I love watching him there. He speaks in crazy accents and dances around, and the kids definitely love him. He has led worship with the kids and I adore watching him lead story time. I am so excited to have children together.

Kley, you are definitely God’s biggest blessing to me. I hope that I can love you well, like you love me, and that we can grow old together. Knowing that I can come home to you and that you are always there for me is such a gift.

I love you and am so incredibly thankful for you.


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