To the beautiful woman who loves my brother:
One of the things I love most about you is HOW you love him.
You stand steadfastly by him in good times and bad...
You protect him, from himself, his past, and from demons old and new.
He doesn't go into battle alone anymore.
I don't think you changed him.
You are the one who finally FOUND him.
Oh, Father, thank You first
For her blessings, as she is also
In Constant Gratitude of You.
Now please keep her even closer During the coming trials and
Mixed blessings of the next two years.
Grant courage to her voice,
To speak when she must,
And the quiet resolve
To hold when it would be best.
Peace like a river and
Protection from self-doubt-
Make them hers and
Let her keep herself whole,
Never forgetting who she is,
And Who you are,
Who will never forsake her.
Let her Family endure,
Understand and support.
Let her emerge triumphant (if tired), Confident and strong,
An even better version of herself Than she can now imagine...
