Brady Bear

Five years ago, I witnessed the most miraculous birth I have ever seen. Brady Paul Broekman, my grandson, entered the world on his own. That's right...on his own. His mama never even had to push to get him out of his warm and safe environment. He was ready, and he was coming. I have found this to be a prelude to his life. He is a handsome, intelligent, happy, sometimes mischievious, funny and passionate boy. His eyelashes should be under contract with Mabelline. He has a lot of ideas about life. His own ideas. He gets into a little trouble now and again because of it, but he has lot of spunk, which is sometimes hard to find in people these days. I believe it will serve him well as he goes through life. I love to snuggle up with him and a good book and pick his brain about what he thinks. He is always ready for a little fun and excitement, and of course, a treat from Gramy's candy jar. I love you, Brady. I am glad you were born into our family five years ago---in your own creative way!