Grace, our baby sister. She's 9 or 45. Its hard to tell. Grace is my little jokester (she doesn't mean to always make people laugh. She is serious. Not joking. But, we are always laughing anyway.) She is the one sister with the freckles. Shes always dancing and running and flipping around. She doesn't like sitting still. She's completely serious 90% of the time. She is the youngest. She doesn't want to be the youngest. Its a "hard knock life" according to her. Something we hear on a regular basis, "Yall don't know what its like being the youngest!".
She thinks she is always misunderstood. She get mad easily. She doesn't care about clothes. As long as its comfortable. She cries when she hears sad music. She loves singing sad songs and she has an incredible voice. But she doesn't like to sing for anybody. She loves Johnny Cash.She loves playing his songs on the guitar and singing them. She loves old musicals and black and white movies. She gets embarrassed easily. She gets annoyed easily. She talks about her feelings all the time. She is afraid of the Ocean. She likes those nasty green smoothies my dad makes. Instead of juice in her sippie cup she would have a thick green smelly smoothie. She asks every question there is. She loves pink. She loves Ben. She loves bestfriends. She wouldn't play with boys until last year. She doesn't like being the center of attention. She has always seemed more like a little adult than a baby. I love everything about her.
Grace will be starting her own blog this Summer. Be looking for it.
