The other day, Nikell and I were having a conversation, which is not unusual. It's pretty much me and Nikell and Aiddie all day long...Anway, she said, "Yeah, because my Daddy thinks I am cute. And I am!"

It was one of those moments. You know? A profound one where a million things hit you at once? I can't explain the gratitude I felt, at that moment, for my husband. Really, I don't mind having ALL girls...in fact I love it. EXCEPT when I think about my 3 big brothers and then my heart aches for my girls who will never know the experience of having a big brother. And I have three amazing and all totally different brothers whom I love and cherish. They are my protectors. They come running if I ever need help. They played with me, blew up my stuff, tortured my babies, left money for me to find, fixed all my problems, found fun ways for me to be their slave, wrestled with me, watched out for me... So it makes me sad that my girls won't have these things. I worry that the whole dating thing will be a little weird for them because they don't have any brothers and thus may think that boys are from a foreign planet...you know? Anyway, at this one moment my heart filled with gratitude for a husband who treats my girls in a way that they believe they are beautiful. That one little thing is HUGE! And I realized just how lucky my girls are to have a Daddy that loves them and cherishes them and tells them these things. He's the only boy we've got and if that's how it's going to be, then I'm glad we got the best on there is.