There’s a certain type of woman who sparkles even after the daily grind has dulled the rest of us into gray. It’s the same type of woman who lights up every room she walks into, no matter the occasion. We’ve all at least seen and admired these women from afar, but only some of us have been lucky enough to call one of them a friend.
I’m one of those lucky ones. Her name is Brooke. And today is her birthday.
Brooke encourages and supports me at every juncture and has given me the confidence to dance through life instead of marching through it. She tells me I’m beautiful. She reads my writing. And she urges others to read it too.
She is the ultimate hype-woman.
Brooke is in the motherhood trenches alongside me. She’s seen my girls and me at our worst but she loves us anyway. And she always knows when I need a second glass of wine.
She is exactly who I want in my foxhole.
But it’s not just me she’s hyping up or doing life with. She’s that woman for an entire circle of friends.
We all know the saying “it takes a village,” but seriously, it does. And Brooke is not only a pillar of my village, but of dozens of other villages too. And I’m not talking about some plain, boring, white pillar either; no, she’s a glittery, hot pink pillar with its own light show.
I honestly don’t know how she does it. All I know is that she deserves to be celebrated—not just on her birthday, but every day—for her capacity to be a champion for all of us. Because without the Brookes of the world, our villages crumble and our days lose their vivacity.
So, if you’re lucky like me and have your own Brooke, tell her how much you love her today. Tell her you appreciate her pizazz and zest for life. And then tell her again tomorrow, and the tomorrow after that, forever.
I love you, dearest Brooke. I am perpetually grateful for your sparkle. Happy birthday.
I’m truly speechless at your beautiful words. I don’t feel deserving of such praise, but anything you pen is perfectly delivered. Love you! 🫶