I am so proud of my little girls. They have grown up to such fine women, and have chose wonderful husbands. They are bright, charming and helpful people. Wonderful citizens making great contributions to the world. I am so proud.
So far I can always say that my favorite age for them has and will always be the age they are now. That saving gesture aside, my second favorite age was around four. They were crazy, funny little monkeys who appeared to be so content to hang around my side. I could con (oops I mean ask) them into doing most anything I wanted, and they would have fun doing it. They were my pals (still are, I hope) and would follow me anywhere. And I had the best time following them and was content to do most anything they conned (oops I mean asked) me to do as well.
As Mac and Joe (deep voiced workers) we would tackle the dishes together, they needed to stand on chairs. I could convince them that a quarter was indeed the going rate for foot rubs and I would lie there and let them put berets in my hair for as long as they wanted, or until the football game was over.
I cannot wait until Eli and other such wonderful gifts hit this age and I can con (oops I mean ask) my lovely daughters to let me hang around with more four year olds and teach them all sorts of wonderful things. And I hope the things that I teach them do not cause M & K that much embarrassment!
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