Dear Molly,
Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday we take the four minute drive to Brooklyn's preschool to drop her off.
And every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday we race home before you fall asleep in the car.
Today we didn't make it. You must have fallen asleep right as we pulled into the driveway.
But really, I didn't mind, cause as soon as I took you out of your car seat you snuggled up to me and fell back to sleep. These are the moments I live for.
There isn't anything sweeter than a sleeping baby on your shoulder.
I love you, Molly.
Sincerely, Mom
