How we became bff's

Mallory was a woman that I couldn't stand. In fact you could say that I hated her. In high school she fell in love with my idle.. my brother. This relationship between Mallory and my brother proceeded into a whirl wind of love. Naturally I got pushed to the back burner. This is when the hate began. At the time I did not know it, but I hated her for "taking my brother away." Michael (my brother) moved out to Colorado with her and left me here in Florida all alone. My bitterness blinded how amazing this woman my brother was marring was. It wasn't till I became a Christ follower that the healing began. I remember the night very clearly. I was in my apartment by myself and was praying about my bitterness, and just that fast I was broken and began to cry. I knew exactly what I needed to do, ask for forgiveness. And still crying, I picked up the phone and asked the one women I hated to forgive me. And without hesitation she said yes. She didn't think about it, or stab me when I was so vulnerable. She simply said yes. (I deserved worst. I deserved to be chewed out and not welcome as her friend, much less family) And it Began... healing.
My mom's good friend Kellie was getting married, and at this beautiful wedding Mallory and I proceeded to get very tipsy together and began to call each other BFF's (Best Friends Forever) Neither one of us knowing that one day this label would have great meaning and truth.

Mallory, I have to thank you. Thank you for being who you are and for forgiving me that one day on the phone. Thank you for being so excited about my life's events. Thank you for caring. Thank you for being the best wife to one of the best guys in the world. Thank you. Thank you for listening. Thank you for not judging when most would. Thank you for encouraging. Thank you for accepting. Thank you.

God, thank you for Mallory.