Twenty years ago today, I made a major commitment to the process of becoming a better person; to be the Besst Bess I could be.

I did it by marrying Dad, Interrupted, a man who really meant it when he said, “Grow old with me, the besst is yet to be.” (See what I did there?)

I know that to many, the two of us marrying was the pilot episode of “Say Yes to the Mess.” On paper, we were the worst possible bet: both of us recently divorced, enough baggage for the hold of a 747, and our six-week old son attended the wedding.

No one had 20 years in the pool.

I’m not sure *I* even did.

I only knew that I couldn’t *not* be married to him. And that is one of the few times in my life that an impulsive decision turned out to be exactly the right decision. Thinking I loved this man was the springboard to finding out what love really is, and to the rare treat of actually loving someone more as time goes on.

I could go on and on about it, but it’s probably simpler if you just read about it here, in the most recent column from Mom, Interrupted.

I hope you enjoy it. I know I have.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014