My post today is going to be a bit sappy and sentimental, and Molli hates these things, but she's gonna have to deal with it, because that's just how I am. At least I'm not trying to embarrass her, right?!
Well, let me start by telling the story of her "birth"day. I will never forget that day. I was SO excited to be getting a baby sister. I had spent the night with my best friend, Anne Marie, and I woke up to find that my mother was in labor. I couldn't wait to get to that hospital. I didn't want Molli to be born before I got there. On the way to the hospital, we stopped and picked up some Shipley's donut holes and chocolate milk for a snack because they assured us that we wouldn't miss Molli's debut. When I say debut, if you know Molli, that's EXACTLY what it was. :)
Later that afternoon, Molli Taylor Girdley was born. I was finally a big sister, and I had imagined that she would be a girly girl who loved to play Barbies or house with me and play dress up... That's not exactly what I got. I got something FAR better. I got a little sister who loved to make mud pies, ride 4-wheelers, and say a few "curse" words every now and then (she
Molli, I hope you have a wonderful birthday and just know that I love you with all of my heart. When you were born, Mamaw Gert said that "there would never be another Molli," and boy was she right...You are one of a kind, and I'm so proud of you and all that you've accomplished! Happy 20th Birthday! Enjoy the pictures of some of our journeys together.....
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