For some reason Kellen is struggling this week. I think he might be going through another growth spurt...or maybe it is because I finished writing all-l-l-l about our journey through puberty like it was done , and God and his sense of humor decided I should be kept a bit more humble. I don't know.
Last night he didn't want to go to bed, said he was scared and insisted that I sleep with him. Instead I sat in the family room on the couch and had him lay down with his head on my lap. I covered him with a blanket and sang to him as I did when he was small. As I played with his hair, he started to relax and fall asleep.
What I know for sure is that it is times like this that I learn the most. I learn what I'm made of. I learn what kind of husband I married. I journey deeper into the realization that the more I discover about Kellen, the more he remains a mystery.