Why do I have boys?

I've spent 15 years of my life wondering why on earth God chose to bless me with "only boys". At times, especially after the birth of my fourth son, I had regular meltdowns, and mourned the loss of the dream of ever having a daughter of my own. No dresses, no hairdo's, no shopping, no sharing puberty horror stories, no wedding day to share, no grandbaby............................okay, there will be wedding days, and grandbabies, I hope, but the mother- son thing just doesn't quite compare to the bond between a mom and her daughter when it comes to these kinds of occasions.
Now that I've come to accept the fact that I will never have a daughter, I'm beginning to discover what being a mom of sons can to do to a woman's personality, and I must say that I kind of like it. Yesterday my 15 year old brought 6 friends over to work on a school project. Most women would be intimidated by a group of boys this age, and would probably choose to banish them to the basement, or some other remote area of the household where she wouldn't have to deal with them. Not me! I'm used to a household full of testosterone, and was quite excited upon hearing that they had chosen our house as the project meeting place. So excited in fact that I baked them a cake, and then went on to make them all supper when they were still here at 6:30 and I realized that testosterone needs regular caloric intake.
What's really flattering is that the boys that come around tend to pick up on my being at ease with their presence, and tend to "chat it up" with me. It's quite a unique situation to be in, and I must say that I don't think that I'd be in this position if I had a daughter. As much as I think that I'd like another female living under this male-dominated household, I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that God knows what he's doing when he chooses the sex of our kids. I can have a unique impact on young mens lives, as I am an open door for questions they may have about the oposite sex, and am an example to them of a woman who's not all "feminine and shy" whenever boys come around. As difficult as it is at times, not to be jelous when I see a mom walking hand in hand with a blond haired, blue eyed little girl, I think that I have actually come to terms with accepting my role as mother to this fist throwing, belch emitting, flatulance exuding group of boys. I am mother, hear me roar!(I just roar louder cause I'm a mother to sons!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)