Although my children destroy my house, my sanity, and occasionally my spirit, I love them with every ounce of my tired heart. I tend to complain about my woes and "misfortunes" when they mutilate my belongings, but the truth is, I am nothing without them. I crave time to myself and a minute of rest but I miss them as soon as I'm alone. I can't wait until bedtime most days but when they're asleep, I watch them breathing. My heart swells with pride and joy and burst with love when Collin cannonballs on my head at 6 a.m. I grouch about my husband but when I look at him, I see a man who is my partner in crime. I say crime because we committed one in creating two demon spawns. However evil they may be, they are beautiful from the inside out. Mostly on the outside and this is why they are still alive. I suspect that their insides are full of bugs and goo and kryptonite, especially Collin's. He's mad all the time and this is the only explanation for his rage. What else does a two year-old have to be so upset about other than bugs in their insides?
I gave up my freedom, my body, and my own life to become a part of theirs and them a part of mine. Yes, they have completely taken over my life and twisted it around and torn it into tiny pieces and made confetti out of it to spread all over my floors for me to clean up, but I'd honestly have it no other way.
I'm not sure where my life would be without Avary and Collin. Avabear and Colley Monster. I think that our babies have made Matt and I closer and we have formed a bond that we will forever be strong. Partly because we have to team up to survive around the house. I have his back and he has mine. They are sneaky and can get you from any angle.
No matter what they do to us and how much they break our spirits, we will love them anyway. To the point that we embarrass them when we pick them up at school when they are 14 years-old. Also when their boyfriends or girlfriends come to pick them up for a date, we will show our guns to portray just how much we love them. Sorry Avary, that is mostly your father's doing. Whatever the level of embarrassment and utter mortification they will experience from the evil revenge of us, their loving parents, we will always show them more love than any parent has ever shown. They will always be cared for in the best way. And they will always be my little demons..