I give you the beautiful Brooke Ashley,
without whom, I would probably crumble to pieces.
The adventures of Brookie & Stace
started at the toddler age.
She came to all my birthday parties,
and I to hers.
I taught her to cartwheel,
she taught me how to tie my shoes.
We wrote love notes to boys.
We rode scooters in the church parking lot.
We pulled pranks on everyone and their dog,
and continue to on a regular basis.
We carpool to college.
We have matching pants
(which are much more flattering on her tiny bum).
We watch reality TV together.
We chit chat about handsome men in our singles ward...
We bet on asking out men in our singles ward...
and we tease each other about men in our singles ward.
She's strong as a rock.
Sweet as sugar,
busier than a bee,
and knows how to live.
We joke.
We laugh.
We cry.
We play.
We help each other through hard times,
which always strengthens our friendship.
No doubt in my mind,
I would go through any heart breaking situation
for my best friend Brooke.
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