Being the youngest in my family means that I was lucky enough to have two older brothers to look up to, to love, to be my role models. I remember all our fights, all our mischief and all our fun times when we were younger. And then you got older, and you met a girl. You fell in love with this girl, you got on one knee and you walked down the aisle in tears. It was all beautiful, but the beginning steps of the relationship I learned to be painful.

To my brother's wife,

I am not going to lie, I absolutely hated you at first. It did not matter how nice you were to me. I simply was not going to like you because you were the girl who took my big brother away from me. I remember crying because every time I wanted to do something with just him, but it always ended up the three of us. We were no longer the brother sister duo. We became a trio. I became the third wheel.

But you are in luck, because I realized somewhere along the line I could not continue to dislike you as much as his previous girlfriends. I came to love to you, too. You became the sister I never had. You became that person who I could talk to, no matter what. You are always going to be straight up with me. I can trust you to not sugarcoat anything.

I only ask one thing from you—please do not hurt my brother. I could not watch him go through another heartbreak, especially not from someone who has become his life. He has opened himself up to you more than anyone else, and because of that, I trust you.

I see how you make him happy. He is constantly smiling. He grew up being pretty grumpy, and he's a little less grumpy with you at his side. Thanks for that.

I know you are a pretty spectacular girl because of everything I have gotten to know about you. I mostly know, though, because my brother loves you. I could not ask for a better girl to be in his life.

Thank you for being you and loving him,

Love,

Your husband's sister