Hooray for Six

Happy Birthday to the sweetest sweetie pie in the whole entire world.

Can you believe she is six? Even though you probably don't know her just shake your head in disbelief. It's crazy, right?

Molly has a story. I won't write a book about it as you just told me you don't even know her. (how rude!)

I will tell you I wanted Molly really, really, really, really, bad and would have traveled the world to have her. Which is precisely what happened. I will sum it up in short sentences.

We lived overseas.

A war started.

I was mongo pregnant.

The kids and I were evacuated out of the country.

In the middle of the night.

It was chaotic.

We went to Connecticut.

I was in labor for two days.

Which was good.

Because Ken arrived.

In time to welcome his beautiful baby.

Molly.

See? It has a happy ending.

And you thought I was going to talk about placenta and water breaking and gross stuff like that.

Yeah...I know these pictures are grainy and distorted...how rude of you to point that out!