A very special Meredith.

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As you read in yesterday's blog post I am contributing a few blog posts to the other members of this family. Today is dedicated to our first child, Meredith Rae McNulty.
Meredith was born on June 4th, 2004. Words can not express the joy and love you feel when you meet your first child. From the very beginning of Meredith's life it was apparent this girl would do great things. Her name means protector and a protector she is. She has been nick named Momma Mere-Mere by here sister's and some of her  younger cousins because of her protecting nature and motherly instincts. Meredith also has a commendable work ethic and the desire to love and help making her a huge asset to this very special family. When Meredith does something she alway wants to do her very best. She was home schooled up till this school year. When she started second grade this past September her biggest struggle was reading. She hated that it wasn't easy and I lacked patience. At the beginning of this school year she was reading at a kindergarten reading level. With countless hours of practice and unmeasurable amounts of hard work Meredith brought her reading score from 5 words per minute and 5% accuracy to 81 words per minutes and %99 accuracy (taking her from the bottom of her class in reading to the 12th best reader in a class of 28). Her teacher just told me today she uses her as an icon when she talks to the other students about reading progress. We are so proud of this little lady and admire her strong work ethic, servants heart, and sincere love for others. 




Meredith is playing basketball this year for the first time. She may not always know what is going on but she is always smiling.:)

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  1. TestMarch 28, 2012 at 10:23 PM

    She's so sweet! I bet you are so proud of how much she accomplished this year in school.

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  2. ElizraMarch 31, 2012 at 7:45 PM

    Mere Mere! We love you so much!

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