10 May 2013
Now that I’m old enough to understand everything that you’ve done for me, I find my mind blown by it on a pretty regular basis. I really don’t know how you did it all, but I know you’d do it all again in a heartbeat. You taught me to laugh, to love the Beatles and books, to treat everyone I meet with love and kindness, to do everything I do the very best I can. You taught me how to love and how to have fun, how to see that flaws just add character. You encouraged me to try every new thing I could and to always keep learning, just by being the person you are. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for that. Thanks for driving me all over town, for teaching me how to drive (eee!), and for letting me go off to Russia all by myself. Twice. That’s the stuff grace is made of, I know it. Thanks for always being happy to hear my voice, for always welcoming me home, for drying my tears and for laughing with me loud enough to make everyone else in the restaurant complain. Thanks for always being so much fun. The whole internet couldn’t contain all the things I have to thank you for. You are such a treasure, and I love you.