Oh, my sweet Sierra.
Our little spitfire.
Our sunshine.
The one who loves to give hugs and forces you to love her guinea pig/best friend, Thor.
Who wants to dye her hair purple and be “rotten to the core” like Mal from The Descendants.
Who sings “Let It Go” at the top of her lungs, and loves to dance.
Sierra.
Today is her 8th birthday, and I couldn’t imagine our life without her.
Happy birthday, Sierra-Beara.
