In all of her silliness, I just can't help but think about how beautiful my daughter is to me. Sure, I'm her mother and I'm suppose to think that, but sometimes it just overwhelms me. I stare at her and think, "God blessed ME with HER?" Wow. She can have blueberry applesauce all over her, color on the walls, whine all day long, and I will still think she is the most wonderful little girl in the world.
Molly is also blessed . . .
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