Today is my Molly's 9th birthday. Most days, she is my motivation to keep attempting to love my kids like God loves me. Molly is full of patience and mercy for her little brothers, she responds to questions about them with grace; usually saying "they are mine as much as Blake is and they are cuter." It breaks her heart to talk about the orphan crisis, she gets irritated at Mega Millions speculations because "people make too big of a deal about money," and her goal is to travel the world one day. To avoid running, she likes to say of her days as a premature baby. Drama classes and writing make her happy. Ask her about politics and she can sum the candidates up perfectly ("Obama has borrowed a billion dollars from China and they have at least that many orphans but Romney called me sweetie and I'm not a little kid").
I'm head over heels for her.
|The glasses are only for effect.|
|She took a package of 500 stickers to the Home of Hope so every child could have at least one.|
|Singing a solo for "Newsies"|
|Calming Zeke down with some love.|