Thanks, Mom. No, really. Thank you.
I love my mom. I know she is cringing at the thought of this overly sappy and public show of affection, but I do not care.
My mom is the strongest person I know. I would never ever bet against her. She is tough. She does not have time for your shit. She has no time for nonsense. She is fierce. She is a warrior. When I think about all the shit life has thrown at her and all the people she has cared for and protected and carried, I am blown away by it. She is so so strong.
She is also my best friend. Your mother knows and understands you in ways that no one else does. The same way that I know and understand her in ways that no one else does. We are deeply connected. She listens to my bullshit without judgement. She never ever tells me that I am talking to much. It was not always this way, because adolescence is a bitch. But I am so grateful that this is where we are.
Most people would not even entertain having their mother live on their street as adults but everyday, I am so grateful that she is so close. I am so grateful for the special connection she shares with Zachary. He adores her.
I do not know what I would do without my mother. I honestly don't.
Mom, I am so thankful for you and all you have done for me. Thank you for everything. Thank you for being my best friend and for being a wonderful example of womanhood and motherhood and personhood.
I love you.