Brooke
I'm her grand daughter, and one of my favorite memories with her was when I'd get babysat by my grandparents for the day. And she would sit on the back patio, swinging on the porch swing while I ran to the flower garden. I'd cup a butterfly in my hand and run back to her, and then we'd put our heads together, count down, and when I opened my hands we'd both watch it fly away.

