My patriarchal blessing states that I will have "sons and daughters," and so after three girls I held out for one more chance at a son. When my baby Ashley arrived in all of her unmistakable feminine glory, I had a revelation: someone else was raising my sons, and I would know and love them when they married my four beautiful daughters. Happy Birthday to son #1--I admire and love you for many different reasons, Covey, but most of all because you love my daughter. Thank you for taking such good care of her. We love you!
