This week as the first thing I’m acknowledging is my Kel. My Hubby. I had never, ever, ever planned to be married before 30. A boyfriend maybe, a partner? Doubtful. But when I met him we fell hard and that was it for us. We were getting married. I’m grateful for that. No one was more surprised than me to find myself in that position. You guys know, I’ve talked about it here before. And you know how ongoingly wonderful it is. You hear about it all the time. Blah blah, love him. Blah blah, he’s so great… Etc etc. It seems fitting that our relationship. Our marriage. And he, be first. My 30th will mark 10 years together, almost to the day.