Molly turns 4....

Our sweet & sassy girl turned 4 yesterday!

I can hardly believe it.

It seems like just the other day that I began feeling contractions around midnight, dozed off until 2 a.m., got up and cleaned a bit, called the doc around 5:30 or so and then called Stace right after to come and stay with Max.

It seems like just the other day that Dr. Blunden said, "She's a 4...let's break her water and get her going." When I decided it was time for the epidural, my husband asked, "Do you think it's a little early for that?"
I never labored hard with her....well, I'm sure I did, I just didn't feel it with the wonder that is an epidural. I think I did about 3 sets of pushes with her...15 minutes after starting she was out. I felt great. I was able to watch everything around me...the nurses working on her, giving her a bath, wrapping her up, handing her to me....then the picture I'll always remember....Aaron holding his daughter while working a crossword. He was a pro with our newborns.

Now...she is a bouncy, full of energy and precious 4 year old.

She went to church with Aaron and me and cuddled with her dad.

We headed to the store to pick out the perfect pink frosted cake and snickers ice cream.

We got home and she got to open the rest of her presents and play with her neighbor friend.

We went out to the "peanut restaurant" where she stood on a chair in the middle of everyone while they all "yee-hawed" for her. On her way back to the table, a kind woman motioned for Molly to come to her table and she gave Mol a dollar. The kindness of some really does overwhelm me at times. Reminds me that I could spread a little kindness of my own to strangers. We returned home and jumped straight into singing happy birthday and eating cake & ice cream.

In 4 more years...a few days from now....she'll be 8.

Oh my!