The female being

Even as a little girl, I’ve always seen myself as having three girls. And that I’d name them Myra, Mikayla and Mischa.

Or Mischa, Sasha and Natasha.

I love those names. But God has blessed me with two boys instead. Not that I’m complaining. I love them to bits. Perhaps it’s God’s way of telling me that I would have to learn to deal better with women, in the form of my future daughters-in-law.