I have two boys and with that, in my mind, comes great responsibility because two boys means two daughters-in-law. I want these women to be just as blessed with their husbands as I am with mine.
I have a husband who is almost like a machine with an almost superhuman resolve when he gets home to get stuff done and spend his time with those whom he loves the most. He helps me prepare dinner, helps me pick up after dinner, reads to one of the boys every night, mows the lawn, I could go on and on. If it was me, I would be screaming for a moment's peace but somehow he laughs through it all and is so content.
Now, during the day I have two children who I worry about. I almost want to check their legs to see if they are broken because they can't pick up the toy that is two feet in front of them! They have to be badgered, cajoled, threatened (sometimes) to clean up after themselves and I feel like these girls are breathing down my necks because I want to give them what I have - a man who loves me and will go out of his way to help me in any way. So, girls, just know I am trying. I will continue diligently to train these precious boys in the best way I know how. I pray they pick up their clothes and help you with dinner. I just can't wait to meet you...
