I suppose I can be twice as thankful
for my girls, as there are twice as many of them.
My eldest, 27, might still believe in fairies.
Her love for her son shines through.
Becky definitely believes in fairies,
also elves, tesseracts and phoning home.
Artist fourth-born doesn't want her face
on the internet.
She didn't say anything about her hair.
And the baby, 15.
All four of my girls, now young women,
have Joy for a middle name.
I thank God for the joy they are both
to me and to His world.