Could I ever raise a girl!

When I first found out I was having a girl, I was certain it wasn’t true.  I thought it was some sort of mistake.

After four boys, I just didn’t think it was possible.

Really, what was I going to do with a girl?  

Would she ever fit in this crazy house of basketballs, Tonka trucks and stinky athletic shoes?

How would I ever figure out all her needs?  

And pave a path for her so her future was bright?

Because everyone knows girls are so complicated.

And her hair, what would I do about that!

Surely, she'd feel out numbered because she was the only girl.

And boys are so rough and tumble, they would never get along.

My boys are always wrestling; they would never slow down to pamper a little girl.

Little girls are so fragile and mellow.

Dainty and delicate like a little flower.

A little girl would never want to play with trains,

or race cars, so I would have to plan different activities to please her.

What about her Daddy?  Would he find things to do with a little girl?

Would I really fall for all the little girl fads like pink tutu's and piggy tails?  

Plus, so many of her cousins are boys.  Not that would be a problem too.

Raising a girl would be almost impossible. 

So, God sent me the perfect little girl, picked straight from heaven

And life with Eden is beautiful.