…summer time. In my house today, summer is officially over. My fantastic husband is back at work today, getting ready for his first full school year teaching. I am more proud of him than I could ever express in a blog post that nobody will read.

Let me tell you something about Kyle. He never wanted to be a teacher. He has a 4 year degree in advertising, and he is incredibly talented. After graduation, he looked for a job for months in his field, with no luck. He could have found one if he had been willing to move across the country or take pretty much no money for his work. But he was a newly married man with a wife to think about. So instead of chasing a career in advertising, he found a job in Lakeland, teaching math to middle schoolers. It isn’t his dream job, but he loves it and he loves his kids and he goes to work everyday and tries to make a difference to them. Why? Why would he try that hard at something he never thought would be a career for him?

He does it because he is an excellent husband. I know, beyond the shadow of a doubt that my husband loves me, because he took a job he wasn’t sure he could even do, so that I would have insurance to pay for my insulin. He does it because he is an excellent man, who really believes that he can help the kids he teaches. Finally, he does it because, in my opinion, he is an excellent Christian who believes that he can lead by setting a good example for a bunch of 8th graders. I am sure he is one of the only honest, decent men these kids see on a daily basis. And this is the man God choose for me. This is the man he picked to be my husband. And I couldn’t be happier. Good choice man!

I am sure he would be mortified if he ever read this, but I really have nothing to worry about, since I am pretty sure nobody actually reads this. But really, if you do happen to read it, hug a math teacher.