Lady, you’ve been there for the birth of both of my children. You’ve sat by my side many a night while we laughed and we wept and shared all of the stories.

Even the ones I had never shared with anyone before.

You accept me as I am, knowing it all – seeing it all. You counsel, you drop everything, you are genuine.

You love my children like they were you own. You take care of my man as your own brother.

For these and so many more reasons – we are sisters. Bonded by that which we have in common. Us the broken, the mended, the loving and the fierce.

Oh what a beautiful and blessed day it was. The day you were born.