I knew her name before she was born. Meditating among friends one starry night, my partner turned to me and said, “You will have a granddaughter. Her name is Brooke.” We laughed and set that thought aside.
Months later, in a car making an emergency run to the hospital, my daughter stood up exclaiming, “Mom, the baby fell out!” I picked up my teeny tiny granddaughter and watched her take her first breath, open her tiny eyes for the first time, sing her first tiny song and I was charmed beyond reason.
Her parents named her Brooke!
She is fifteen now, a beauty beyond compare and I am more in awe of her every day. Wise and funny beyond her years, she moves through this world like a spring shower. Delicately touching everything in her path, lifting it up into the light where she peruses it in depth and then adds her own signature touches.
Already tempered by life at a very young age, she is strong and steady, a woman who will leave her mark on the world no matter where she goes and I am so proud of her.
But most of all -- I just love her.
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