My daughter snagged herself some twin husbands that are twice her age. I mean, she’s three and the boys are six and they were really just playing house at the playground, but the point was that she would tell them “come wif me,” and they would, following her around and completing her demanding “honey do” lists for a solid thirty minutes until their mom dragged them home. Upon reflection, I realized that 1) I could learn a lot from her, and 2) I need to pray more specifically for her future husband. My daughter is her daddy made over, and that means we’re navigating through some tricky waters we call “bossiness” or when we’re in a better mood, “leadership skills.” I love her for all the reasons I love her daddy: she’s decisive, she speaks her mind, and she doesn’t get swept away in the opinions of others, three things I happen to be terrible at. So yeah, we marry our opposites and then give birth to our opposites and it’s all a little confusing to navigate.