She was supposed to be wearing her adorable denim jumper dress.
She was supposed to go to her Great-Grandma Belle and Great-Grandpa Homer's house in El Reno.
She was supposed to see all of her second/third cousins.
She was supposed to have a big family day.
Instead, she is still in her pjs at 5:00 p.m.
Instead, she is at her own house in OKC.
Instead, she doesn't get to see anyone but her daddy and mommy.
Instead, she has had a low-key, lazy day.
You see, her mama got extremely ill last night. I won't go into all the details. I will just say that I hate the word "ill", but in this case, it is the only word that fits. "Sick" just doesn't cover what I've battled in the last 24 hours.
This Thanksgiving Day, Molly's first in this world, I am super thankful for her and her daddy. I'm thankful for every minute of every day that I get to spend with her and her daddy. Thank you, Lord. I am thankful for so much more, but right now, my heart just explodes with gratefulness for the fact that Aaron and I have such a sweet baby who makes our lives so full.