When I was, newly, 21 years old I found a part of me. I never knew it was missing but, suddenly, it was staring me in the face and I felt happy -comfortable in my own skin- for the first time in my life. I was frightened to tell my family that I was in love with a woman. My younger sister, my confidante, my friend, the person I was most afraid of losing, responded with a quick answer: “Glad you finally figured it out.” It was as if a huge weight had been lifted. I wasn’t alone. My sister already knew and she still loved me. As long as she knew all of me and still loved me I had the confidence to be me -to share me- with pride. – N, 43
Show her you love her in all her awesomeness.