Once upon a time there was a girl who always dreamed of having little boys. And then she had a girl. And she loved the little girl more than she could possibly imagine. At times she felt as though her heart might break with the love she felt for the little girl and she could not imagine a little boy could capture her affections in the same way.
And then she had a little boy. And she adored him. She adored his breath on her cheek while he slept and his impossibly impish grin. She marveled at how different two children could be and often misunderstood his passive frustration to be shyness and/or deliberate rudeness. Once she "figured him out," they became very close.
Then another little boy came along, full of joy and giggles. His sensitivity and passion rivaled only her own and they instantly bonded and became "happy guys," for this was the second little boy's favorite phrase.
And then came another little girl...who was nothing like the rest. She cried for four months straight and then smiled for the next five months straight. She left her mommy at a loss for words because her mommy was SO THANKFUL the little girl STOPPED CRYING. And even more thankful she became such a happy little girl.