Mom. You know I’ve never been good with words.
You have been with me through every step throughout life. First steps into preschool, middle school bullies, high school proms, driving me to college, and watching me receive my diploma. You have supported me and have spared endless time to listen. From helping me when receiving the worst news to receiving the best news.
But you’re not just my mom, you are so much more. You are a phenomenal cook. You make Betty Crocker look like shit and host the most entertaining parties. You’re my hairdresser and my therapist. You’re the best interior designer I know and a caring nurse practitioner. You’ve been Santa Clause for 22 years running, and now an elf-on-the-shelf.
You never cease to amaze me with all you do. I have big shoes to fill when I start my family of my own one day, as I aspire to be half the woman you are. Your hard work does not go unappreciated.
All of us.