Dearest mother,
As I'm sitting here trying to think about what to put in this letter, I know that whatever I do decide to say could never be nearly enough to express how thankful I am to have you in my life. These next few paragraphs are barely going to even scrape the surface of all that you have done for me. I could spend days thanking you a million times over for all that you are and all that you have made me, but since I know that I can't do that, I hope the rest of the letter at least does you some sort of justice.
In my (almost) 19 years, I have never admired or loved anyone more. Now that I'm not 13 and can fully appreciate all that you did and continue to do for me, I want to apologize. I am sorry for all the temper tantrums, slammed doors, never-worn clothes, and exceeded cell phone bills. I'm sorry for all of the times I came off as ungrateful, unforgiving, unloving, or unthoughtful. But most of all, I'm sorry for how long it took me to realize how blessed I am to be your daughter.
Thank you for instilling in me the same compassion that you have yourself, for helping me understand the importance of putting others first, teaching me to stick to my guns and fight for what I believe in, and being there for me through every step in life totally and completely. But most of all, thank you for loving me with your whole heart. I wish I could show you that I love you too, even just half as much. I know that I don't show or tell you nearly enough, but I hope that this letter can be a start to changing that.
One of the most important things that I have learned from my relationship with you is that I should only pursue things that will make me a prouder and better person. However, even when I strayed from this you still managed to embrace me and my (sometimes really dumb) mistakes. Thank you. For everything.
See you soon, momma. I love you.
