It's so much fun to watch my husband grow in his career. We've fought about it. We've agonized about it separately and together. We've paid for it emotionally for years. We've had many, many happy times watching it grow, stop, stutter, grow.
I've never been the type of person that had a clear goal for when I grew up. I never said I want to be blah blah and stuck with it. Even now, I'm in school for a career change, but it's really just so I can make better money and work from home to be home for our children.....and be better able to take care of things since my husband's career is taking off even more now.
My husband, Khris, is really the only gifted person I've had the pleasure to watch grow. He's a writer. He has no fear in putting a voice and a pen to any topic. I appreciate that he investigates BEFORE he writes. And while it may not be popular opinions he's giving, they are respected. He has had his work on his blog, in newspapers, magazines, an online magazine and now the top at the moment is his new affiliation with Complex Mag.
I couldn't be more proud of him. It's so cool to know I married so well. He'd never see it the way I do. He's very humble and probably a bit shy. I imagine we'll still battle over his time being stretched and his focus on the job. He'll bend here and there. I'll pickup the slack with the kids and house. We'll meet in the middle. That's what we do. I've met, fallen in love and married the only person I had a chance to succeed with......I am lucky I am married to that guy.
Wanna check him out? www.doandroidsdance.com www.rockthedub.com LOL.....have fun. Tell him I said Hi!!!!! And get off that damn computer.....LOL
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