How could it be that you're here?

How could it be?  How could it be that you've been here for 6 weeks already?  You've grown from your tiny 7lb 6oz newborn state into a little babe who can almost hold her head up on her own.  And how could it be that my heart has every bit as much room for you as it does for your sister.  I love you Brooke Ella, more than I could ever hope to convey to you through my words and care.

You have a sister who will always be just two years and two weeks older then you.  And she already loves you.  I can tell by the way she says "Alo Baby Brooke!" every time she greats you in the morning and evening.  She follows this up with alo alo alo while shaking her face back and forth just above yours.  She'll also caringly come and tell me if you're crying.  And she'll point towards you eagerly needing me to come and help you.

You simply couldn't be more loved then you are.  It's as simple as that.