We have a lot of "better" with our two little girls. Lucy starting to say I love you, making it to the potty in time, beginning to understand the magic of Christmas time. Vada saying da da for the first time this week, smiling so big her eyes shut, seeing her learn something new everyday. It is all overwhelming. The amount of love we have for these two little ladies is definitely what the better is made of.
Then there is the "worse". When the dog is scratching at the door, the baby is crying for no known reason, and the older is pouring her potty pot out where ever seems like a good idea that minute and you suddenly realize its 12:30 and you haven't had breakfast, let alone a shower, and there is not one clean cloth diaper in the drawer. Cue the tears. Yes, it happens. No, it is not really that bad. It is hardly the worse thing in the world to be in your home everyday with your two healthy babies. But some days it is hard. Really hard. And you realize maybe vowing for better or for worse had to do with seeing the other person at their better and worse in addition to whatever circumstances life brings you.
All I know is I am glad it's him. I am glad he picked me and I said yes. I am glad he is the one up with me at 11:30 when we have been trying to get the kids in bed for 3 hours. How he knows somedays when he gets home all I need is to take a shower by myself. That even when I feel like the house could not be a bigger disaster and I could not be more in need of a hairbrush, he tells me he loves our life. He is my better when I am at my worse. And he doesn't hear it enough but I am so thankful he is.
A picture from when better was free beer and worse was living an hour apart.
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