To my lovely Momma,
When I was little, you showed me the world, though your protective arms never let me stray too far. You've said I didn't cry much, but I hardly believe that. Like any other baby, I bet I was a hot mess -- sleepless nights and temper tantrums I'm sure were frequent, as you always seem to know just what to do when I call you exasperated while babysitting...
Time went on and soon I was in middle school ... and WAY too cool for you. Which is why I can't find a single picture from that time on my computer (probably better for me, we all know I was awkward)... We kind of fought constantly and you were never right and I was always right (duh) and I just don't understand why you never saw that. My friends can all vouch for this: I spent significantly more time grounded from my phone than in possession of it. Perhaps all the tears cried between this time were being made up for from my calm nature as a child. Oh, the angst of being a 11-15 year old girl.
But... you slowly started becoming a little bit more right about things in high school. Where you got this newfound knowledge, I'm not sure ... ;) We slowly but surely fought less and less and I even agreed with you on things. And asked (and took) your advice on things. Weiiiiiird.
College has brought us closer, though we are further apart physically. I can honestly say you are my biggest cheerleader, my role model, and my best friend. Bad day? Call Mom. Great news? Call Mom. Need laundry done? Call Mom.
You are Wonder Woman in human form. Through unfortunate circumstances and achievements alike, your grace, poise, and strength has always shone through. I aspire to be just half the woman you are.
So, thanks for everything. Thanks for saying "yes" to my life. Thanks for forgoing sleep for the past 20 years (and I know you still worry and don't sleep). Thanks for giving me sound advice, even when I don't take it. Thanks for loving me even when said advice would have prevented the messes I often find myself in. Thanks for always reassuring me that things will get better, that greater things are in the future, that I will indeed, someday get married, that everything always happens for a reason ... and that your love for me and Phillip is always unwavering, no matter what.
^and thanks for running our 5K with me last weekend. I know you half hated it, but thanks :)
So what I'm trying to say is...
Happy 29th birthday (again), Momma. I love you to the moon and back, x39083028.