Watching my brother fall in love is healing me -- I walked an Oregon coast beach today, a few feet behind my little brother and his girlfriend. Hand in hand, they grinned at each other, and held on tight. Earlier, I saw her look into his eyes, put a soft hand on his cheek, and smile. He beamed. There’s something so profoundly healing watching my brother be loved after seeing him lose his best friend.
Blessed to be loved and love. Thankful for you.