Grier turns three.
Yep she did.
I have a feeling that her birthday wishes may become slightly more demanding as her chronological age advances. But for three she wanted rollerskates, pancakes, chips, her brother and her nails painted pink.
Done Princess Grierabelle. It's a deal.
We are so very beguiled by you. You are delightful. And fierce and super smart.
You are everything.
Tutus, dinosaurs, and mud. They are all part of you. You are a mass of juxtapositions which suits me just fine. Please always refuse to be pigeon holed sweet girl, please always defend your right to be exactly who you are. Do not change who you are to please others because the way you are is just perfect.