You were the vessel that carried me for nine, long months until I graced the world with my presence that stormy Friday morning.
I know you were probably busy with all that childbirth business, but I’m pretty positive the storm outside was a foreshadow for what you were going to deal with once I became a teenager. Either that, or it’s the reason why I love thunderstorms so much, but I’m going to go with the latter.
Thanks for being there for me.
For telling me to shut up when I was being dramatic.
For listening to me vent and not taking my side because I was wrong and you knew it.
For allowing me to wear boys clothing when I was going through “that phase.”
For never telling me how to dress, and allowing me to eventually find my style.
For loving me even…
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