Joy of Love: Day 18 "Staying In"

I will admit that my opinion of little girls has always been along the same line as Miss Hannigan's. When I pictured my family, I always pictured a house full of rough and tough little boys with wild hair and mud on their face. I was scared of girls for multiple reasons, first being that I myself was one so I know fully what they are capable of! When God blessed me with my first girl, I thought okay. I knew this was coming. My mom always prayed that He would give me a child that was just like me. (I'd like to go ahead and take this time to say  something to my mother. I'm sorry mom. Would you please take back that prayer now? No point in both of us suffering, right?) Then when we were told that another precious girl was on the way, I almost fainted. Crap. Now it's double time!
As my girls have grown, I have totally changed my opinions. Granted, give it about 13 years and I'm sure I'll be right back in line with Miss H. But I have so much fun with these angels. Just dressing them up in frillies and bows is the height of a long day. I can't tell you how excited I was when I realized I was going to get to play with Barbies again. As much as I love the days we get to go outside and get dirty, I love the snow days that keep us inside having tea parties and "folding" laundry together.
Thank you Lord for showing me this side of the girls first. Now when they are 13-25 and I am wandering around the house cross-eyed and talking to myself, I can look back on these times and remember that they are precious. They are precious. They are PRECIOUS!