Once upon a time I made a Halloween costume for Briar. I do not know how to sew, I cannot read a pattern, I don’t even flirt with trying a Martha Stewart project. Yet some part of me felt like I needed, at least once, to make a costume by my own hand. There were pinpricks and muttered profanities, supportive suggestions that maybe it was unnecessary from Sean and then, it was done. It was fanciful and twinkly with pastels and jewel tones, cotton and tulle. Looking back I realize it was very much like Briar. We joke that she is girlie and 100% Disney princess obsessed, but that is selling her short. She is, in my opinion, everything a princess should be—nurturer, ham,…