::ego, fear, nerves::

Yesterday was my last day.  

My last full time day.  

I stress - that I am not leaving all the way.  

But.........still.

My good friend, Connie wrote me this and made me this - 

It touched my heart and broke my heart.

Brookie

Who is Brooke? This is the Brooke I know, and I’m sure I’ve only scratched the surface…

The Peppermint Patty of my pledge class.
A passionate and credentialed NICU nurse.
Faithful blogging author of Shorties Funnyfarm.
A badass.
A softy.
Party planner extraordinaire.
Animal farmer and midwife.
Creative gardener.
A mom who works at it like its her job.
Equestrian.
Taker of sushi virginity.
President of Megan’s fan club.
Photographer of beautiful people.
A bad speller.
A philosopher.
Inventor of the Brooke Book organization list system.

You gotta take her as she is, but who she is, is ever evolving.

She loves to grow things…her kids, vegetables, preemies, relationships, her career, herself. She also works to fix these things, when they’re broken.

She’s not afraid of anything… of trying new things, of putting her naked heart out there, of laughing out loud, hurting out loud, and apologizing when it’s due.

She feels everything… anger, happiness, sadness, love, like a 10 on the Richter scale.

I’ve learned so much from Brooke, and I’m glad she’s my friend. She always makes me smile. I’m sad to see her go (well, she will be PRN here, but we all know what that means) and I will miss her. But I’m sure her chosen path will be a great experience, full of learning new things and meeting new people.

Hey Brookie, I love ur face. See ya around. Here's my going away gift to you.