I have daughters.  

Three.  Pretty.  Girls.

They are my dearest treasure.  The joy of my heart.  Love made real.


They are bubbly, vivacious, and cunning.  They are 7, 5, and 2.  And did I mention they are beautiful?  

How does one guard and protect such stunning effervescence from the wiles of a wayward world?  My sweetheart continually prays that God would “shield them from the eyes of wicked men.”  Could sweeter words be prayed over these precious gifts?  


So much to live for.  So much to be gained.  So much ahead.  I want nothing to hinder what goodness lies in wait for the future of my angels.  


And what should prompt such an intense line of thinking?  Today, I commenced bathing suit shopping.   

For 7.  5.  And 2.   

Label me a prude if you must, but I did not anticipate such a difficult task for… 

7.  5.  And 2.

My dear husband was specific about his standards in the most affectionately paternal way possible.  I can’t imagine anything more tender than a father desiring a covering for his daughters.  In the same way that he covers them in prayer, in wisdom, and in discipline.   

In the same way my father did for me. 

I found success in our quest.  But I only expect such things to grow more difficult with each passing year.  I do not pass judgment, but simply provoke my own heart to guard, in all things, those which have been entrusted to me.

My deepest desire is that my sweet little girls remain sweet little girls for as 

Long.  As.  Possible.

Love and coffee…