Happy 4th Birthday my beautiful smart curious baby boy Psalm. I’m just so happy you chose me to be your mommy. You teach me so much every day. I can’t wait to go through this life with you and that cutie smile of yours with your little fangs lol

Baby got her first tooth the exact same day SOL broke through a key resistance level. Probably pure coincidence but I’m claiming it as a bullish sign. She’s chewing on everything and I’m just happy both are growing well 🎈

Seeing green shoots on day 1 of a highly experimental and completely novel new technology makes me happy. As to be expected with a mainnet beta on day 1 there's some bugs. But the dev running the sole "dealer" means often waiting between hands. Thoughtful scaling with baby steps.

She pushed her two youngest children out the front door. Then she locked it from the inside. Not to keep them in. To keep them from following her back into the fire. It was just after midnight on September 3, 2019, in Edsbyn, Sweden. Emma Schols woke to terrified screams coming from downstairs. Her youngest sons, four-year-old Albin and three-year-old Oliver, had wandered into the television room. By the time Emma reached them, flames had already swallowed much of the ground floor. Thick black smoke filled every breath. She threw herself over the boys and fought toward the front door. The moment it opened, fresh air rushed inside. The fire exploded. Heat tore across her back as she forced both boys outside to safety. Then she closed and locked the door behind her. Four more children were still trapped upstairs. She refused to let panic pull anyone back into the burning house. The staircase was already engulfed in flames. Emma climbed it anyway. Every step felt impossible. The heat was so intense that the soles of her feet began to burn away. She later recalled feeling them hang like threads as she climbed. Still, she kept moving. At the top of the stairs, she found that her nine-year-old daughter, Nellie, had already jumped from the balcony to get help. Her eleven-year-old son, William, had lowered a ladder for the others. Emma counted her children. One was missing. Mollie. Just one year old. Still inside. Her older children begged her not to go back. The smoke was too thick. The fire was out of control. Emma turned around without saying a word. She crawled back into the house. Smoke blinded her. Her lungs struggled for air. Every movement pushed her burned body beyond its limits. Then she heard crying. Through the smoke she saw little Mollie standing in her crib, frightened and alone. Emma later said she thought she had nothing left to give. But the moment she saw her baby, strength she never knew she possessed returned. She stood, lifted Mollie into her arms, and carried her toward the balcony. Outside, William still held the ladder in place. Emma climbed down with her daughter pressed tightly against her. Only after both feet touched the ground did her body surrender. She collapsed onto the grass. Every one of her six children had survived. Emma had not escaped unharmed. Burns covered ninety-three percent of her body. Doctors knew the injuries were among the most severe a person could survive. She spent weeks on a ventilator, underwent more than twenty surgeries, and faced months of painful rehabilitation. Before losing consciousness, she had made one promise to her children. She would come home. When she finally woke, she did not ask about herself. Her first question was simple. “Are my children alive?” They were. Returning home brought new challenges. Her scars had transformed her appearance so dramatically that some of her children were frightened at first. Little Mollie, the baby she had carried through the fire, did not immediately recognize her. But Emma refused to give up. She learned to walk again. To use her hands again. To hold her children again. In 2020, Sweden honored her as Lifesaver of the Year. Her son William later said there were moments he feared he would never see his mother again, and that simply having her home made him happy every day. People often call Emma a hero. She answers with the same simple conviction. “If I gave birth to six children, I will get all six out.” She has since shared her story publicly, embraced the scars that cover her body, and rebuilt her life with her family. To many people, those scars tell a story of pain. To Emma, they tell a different story. They are proof that on one terrible night, a mother’s love became stronger than fire. She never entered that burning house because she believed she was fearless. She entered because, in her heart, the decision had already been made. All six children would leave that house alive. And somehow, against every expectation, they did.