She showed me that I can't be perfect, but doing my best is everything my girls need.
She taught me that accepting help is OK and doing it gracefully is a skill I took too long to learn.
Molly has shown me that every battle can not be won and that sometimes crying is the only thing you can do. But holding her through that is enough.
She has proven that what worked before will never be enough because of her determination and drive; I will sometimes need to go back to the drawing board.
She showed me that even if I do everything the same, she is different and in every difference is beauty, determination, and a chance for me to learn and grow and exand my heard.
She is my daughter. She is my heart. She is a little sister trying so hard to keep up that she forgets to enjoy who she is.
And while sometimes we forget to enjoy who she is, she never fails to surprise and entertain us! Like this morning at the breakfast table, "I funny".
I love you Molly.