An open letter to the girl I call mom, daughter, sister, and best friend:
First and foremost, I love you. You’ve gone through so much, and I understand how killer senior year can be. You become a crazy ball of stress, nerves and emotions, but don’t let it take the light from your eyes or the skip from your step. If my lazy butt made out of high school and into college in one piece, then I know you can.
You’re so incredibly talented and a beautiful young woman both inside and out, and I wouldn’t trade you for the world. You’re actually a genius and probably one of the most genuine and sweet people I’ve ever met (Thank God I didn’t rub off on you), and this will take you so far in life.
You have such a bright future ahead of you and just know that you always have a massive support system behind you. You’re absolutely perfect, and I’ll take down anyone who tries to tell you differently. You march to the beat of your own drum and that has taken and will continue to take you so many amazing places if you let it. Senior year is a time of massive changes, and it flies by.
Before you know it, you’re in that gown receiving your diploma then moving hundreds of miles from all you’ve ever really known.
Take the time now to stop and smell the roses because life is always moving in one big crazy blur. Live for every moment, love your friends like you’ll never let go, and make time to laugh every day. I could write for hours and go on for pages, but, the truth is, words aren’t enough to describe how much you’ve done for me and how blessed I am to have someone as amazing as you in my life. It sucks not having you with me every day, but our daily snaps brighten my day, and our calls give me something to look forward to. You are so amazing I can’t even say.
I love you to the stars and back, because the moon just isn’t far enough.
You will forever be:
The peanut butter to my jelly
The mac to my cheese
And,
As always
The Liesel to my Maria