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Dear Daughter.....In Law


When I can't sleep sometimes I think about what I will say to my future daughters.  I might have to offer an explanation.   

While my boys will protect, serve, stand up for you, lead, love, believe in you, laugh with you and be faithful and loyal to you and will take you to church.   They will never minimize your strength or your intelligence and abilities and will encourage you to pursue your goals.  They will start your car when it is cold and will ALWAYS help carry in groceries.

They might forget sometimes that girls still want someone to hold their hand and walk with them down the road dressed in weird costumes or dance in the rain.  I have tried to teach them to always say good-bye when someone leaves and come and greet you when you come in the door.  They believe you can do anything but might forget to tell you that or forget that you might need some reassurance once in a while.  However, they will never feel sorry for you!! (Read paragraph one.)

They do know HOW to do dishes, cook and laundry.  Don't let them fool ya!  They are great readers so expect them to read great books to our amazing grand-kids.  They also do KNOW HOW to balance their accounts, buy groceries and change the furnace filter and the oil in the vehicles. 

Might not be the most important thing on their list so you might want to learn that as well.

They do know what a mop and a vacuum are used for and could if their lives depended on it learn how to wash windows.  I'm not promising anything in this department.

They do need lots of physical activity so buy a weight room/exercise room-it keeps them out of trouble. :)

Finally, I will promise that I will never get involved in their marriage relationship and I will try HARD not to give advice with your children unless you ask. 

I know that it will be you to remind them to call their Mom and I really really appreciate that!  It means the world to me.

BUT I DO ALREADY pray for you and know that God has created you to be the one for my son and I can't wait to have a daughter!


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