When I fall apart

Wow, reading over my past posts I realize how much I've grown over the last two years, and how much I am still the same.

The kids are all doing great. They are kids. They have their ups and downs, their phases. The twins keep busy. Calvin is a competitive swimmer, plays cello, is in knowledge bowl and academic triathlon. Colton is in gymnastics and academic triathlon. Carrera is in Girl Scouts and basketball. My schedule allows me to get really great one-on-one time with them, in the car or at bed time. They all have been experiencing ups and downs with friends.

Their family has expanded over the last two years. David's family has contributed bonus aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. David is an amazing bonus dad. I couldn't have thought up a better person to take on the roles that David has. He doesn't push himself onto the kids, but he loves them, and they know it. 

Probably more important than what he does for them, they see how he supports me. I have this amazing strong man who doesn't give up on me. He puts me to bed when I am overwhelmed with life and my energy has dissipated. He is strong when I fall apart. He is learning that when I get down I need sleep or the gym or a better diet. He encourages me to take care of myself. He encourages me to be a wonderful mom. He is so incredibly selfless. Even what he is at a loss of how to support and love me, he admits he is at a loss. I hope that I can raise my sons to be as wonderful as he is.