Family Bio- Kenny

Kenny Mair-

This is going to be one of those moments you should probably call your dentist and schedule an appointment because after you get done reading all this sweet junk, you will have a cavity. I don't know how else to approach it....maybe I'll get some testimonials from his friends (hmm........)
But from my perspective, here he is in a nut shell.......

Kenny is, by far, without question, the nicest person I have ever met. I knew it from the moment I met him. I was 18 years old, working three jobs, and going to school full time- on top of a healthy night life of a teenager. Following a particularly brutal New Year's even party, and a vow to never touch alcohol again I met Mr. Mair. I had picked up an extra shift waiting tables at Denny's on January 1st, 2006. I sloshed through the door, went through the opening routine, and looked at my empty station praying it would stay empty. Pretty soon, two good looking young men, and a particularly angry young woman came in and sat at one of my tables........I groaned and drug my feet to the table. Without much time lapse, the young lady stood up and walked into the restroom. With a renewed sense of humor I approached the table and asked which one of them had made her so happy........One of them looked at the table and I knew instantly that he was the guilty party. I drew my attention to the other young man sitting at the table, he looked very young, baby faced, and very good looking. I noticed a hunting sweater, and asked if he drove the truck in the parking lot (I had a hunch, it was the only truck out there.) We struck up light conversation, and although he will argue with me about this.......he asked for my number.
We were engaged two weeks later, married five months later, and six years down the very bumpy road we call life, we are still together, and falling in love over and over every day.
He really is the nicest person on the planet. If you are ever chewed out by Kenny you will walk away and say to yourself "man, what a nice guy."
I frequently try his patience, not on purpose.....but I do. He smiles politely, hugs me, and we go about our business. He lets me rage when necessary....he is my shoulder to cry on. He takes care of everyone he knows, and would give the shirt off of his back to anyone, and everyone.
He loves his children. <<<<<<-----------Understatement of the century.
He lives for his children.
Every morning is a kiss on the forehead, because it's too early to wake them up during the work week. If he is off shift he will "sneekily" make random noises to wake Weston up, because he misses him and wants to play with him. From 8 pm to 8 am is just too long in this house. Weston adores him, and we do a happy daddy dance every day when he gets home. Daddy is second to none in this house.  Weston talks about growing up to be big like his daddy, and how much he looks up to him because he works hard for our family.
He is a prime example of patience, and compassion. 
He has told me on multiple occasions that every second of every day he does whatever he can to provide for his family, to make us happy and give us everything we want. He is a good man. Through and through.