One day this past summer, Molly and I went out for a bike ride. Molly rode on the sidewalk and I rode on the street next to her. I could see her wobbling a little as she struggled to stay upright.
The mother in me wanted to help. "You know, if you go faster it will be easier to balance."
"Yeah, but harder to avoid mailboxes," was her reply. Yes, those were her exact words.
That's my Molly. Always the logical thinker. She has always been quick to learn and she is full of endless questions. She is so much like me it's laughable. Literally. Sometimes she'll do something and I laugh inside as my memory finds the exact same thing in my childhood archives. Molly loves to read. Every night after Dan or I have read the girls a story, Molly will climb into Emma's bed and read her two more.
She plays the violin and is working hard to continue developing that talent. She has a sweet singing voice and loves to sing to herself. She has a tender heart and has already cried in several movies. She is very helpful and there is not a doubt in my mind that she was meant to be my oldest child. She's the perfect mother hen for her younger siblings.
Molly is such a joy. Her enthusiasm for life makes it easy for me to remember what childhood is all about.
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