Today is Molly’s birthday! She’s three (going on fourteen). I am so grateful I’m not with her on her birthday.
It’s true I’m sad not to kiss and squish her little, three-year-old face BUT the reason I’m not with her is because Molly is loved beyond words.
Molly has grandparents who ran to their car and drove three hours on the night of May 22, 2011 after they received this vague message from me: “Mom, Dad hit by tornado. Need you to get kids asap.” And they drove without hesitation or a plan (not even a rendezvous plan) into an area fresh from a disaster unlike any I hope to see again.
They came so that Molly’s, David’s, and Emily’s days would not be filled with scenes like this:
But instead with moments like these:
Happy birthday, baby girl. I’ll see you tomorrow but today I know that you’re in the best possible place on earth. Surrounded by people whose love knows no limits.