I can’t tell you how much I love this kid. She makes me laugh, she makes me smile, she makes me crazy, she makes me angry. I wouldn’t trade her for the world.
She’s my little princess. This was her Halloween costume this year. She wanted to be a princess. In fact, up until recently, if you asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up, the answer was always: “A princess and an artist.” Now, she wants to be a veterinarian.
She’s already a little teenager. This is Gracie talking to Nana one evening. She reminds of us of her Aunt Ali.
A few weeks ago, Jen and I found her in her bedroom, singing along with her Barbie boombox to Chris Tomlin’s “The Famous One” and playing her homemade drum.
Gracie rocks. This kid knows how to approach the mic. Either it’s in the blood, or she’s spent way too much time watching me up front. I don’t know which, but bear in mind that while Jen was pregnant with her, we were playing and practing at least weekly in Anonymous Joe. She earned this guitar by not waking us up in the middle of the night (or, more accurately, not waking Jen up) for 25 nights. Small price to pay. She jammed for about a half hour last night.