Queen’s Medicine for the King’s Soul

From the woman who sees your crown, even when you forget it’s there.

I see you.
Not the tired eyes, not the weight you’ve been carrying, not the doubt that’s been whispering lies to you.
I see the man who moves oceans when he chooses.
I see the steadiness in your hands, the fire in your spirit, the way the earth feels safe under your feet.
That’s the man I need. That’s the man I love.

Your worth is not earned — it is eternal.
Before you built, before you provided, before you fought — you were already enough.
You were born with a crown. It’s not my job to place it on your head — only to remind you it’s still there.

The world has tried to shrink you.
But the truth? You are unshrinkable.
Every time you rise, even in small ways — when you stand tall, when you speak your truth, when you take a step toward your own dreams —
you prove that the King is still alive.
And I will always honor the King.

I will hold space, not hold you back.
I will not fix you. I will not rescue you. I will stand at the edge of your battlefield, hand on my heart, knowing you’ll win your own war.
But when you’re weary, I will be the soft place you land — no judgment, only rest.

You are needed.
Not just for what you can do.
Not just for what you can give.
I need the warmth of your voice in the morning.
I need the way your laugh changes the air.
I need the grounding in your touch when the world pulls me in a thousand directions.
I need you — you.

My challenge to you.
Return to yourself.
Return to the man in your own best dreams.
That’s who I chose. That’s who I’m waiting for. That’s who I will still be loving, even when you can’t feel it yourself.

XOXO
Your Queen — the one who never stopped believing in your crown.