Molly turns SEVEN tomorrow. I thought having a decade-old son made me feel old...but a baby who is seven may just do me in.
Molly, I should've named you Spunky. Or Smarty. Or definitely, Funny. (Speaking of funny...even though you're seven, will you please still laugh like you did back when you were six? I adored your six-year-old giggle.) You bring such joy to my heart, and I love, love, LOVE you completely. I love all your "faces"...
A little bit Hollywood...
...and a little bit country.
Roughin' it on a campsite...
...and royalty on her throne.
Bowler...
...and ballerina.
Oh, Molly Jane! What a beautiful, lovely lady you are growing up to be. I pray that your mind will seek to know God more, and that your heart will always love Him deeply. He loves you, and He has special plans for Molly Jane Storms. I love you. Happy Birthday!
...and a little bit country.
Roughin' it on a campsite...
...and royalty on her throne.
Bowler...
...and ballerina.
Oh, Molly Jane! What a beautiful, lovely lady you are growing up to be. I pray that your mind will seek to know God more, and that your heart will always love Him deeply. He loves you, and He has special plans for Molly Jane Storms. I love you. Happy Birthday!
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