Sometimes I feel like I may take you for granted, which is definitely not fair to you. You do so much for me and I appreciate you so much.
Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for listening to my pointless rants about any and every thing, family drama, corny jokes, or just to me blabbering about whatever's on my mind. I appreciate it.
Thank you for comforting me. Thank you for holding me and wiping my tears when I'm upset with a friend, a family member, or just that torn up about a movie or TV show. Thank you for letting me not be OK in front of you and helping me feel better.
Thank you for being weird with me. You're always completely yourself around me, and I love that about you. It makes me feel comfortable enough to be myself around you. Thank you for always making me feel secure, not like I am being judged.
Thank you for binge-watching Netflix with me. "Parks and Rec," "House," "The Office," "Scandal," you name it. Thank you for watching episode after episode with me, and not judging me on the amount of Netflix I watch in a week.
Thank you for showing me that you care. Thank you for all the little things you do, like bringing me stuff by work, pulling the truck around when it's cold or raining, and cheering me up when I'm in a not-so-great mood. (And not to mention going to loud and crazy family gatherings with me!)
Thank you for being you. Thank you for doing all the things that make you yourself -- for snoring incredibly loudly, for being insanely nosy, and for genuinely caring about my well-being.
Thank you for loving me. I am so glad that you're in my life. I am so fortunate to have you by my side, supporting me through whatever comes my way.




















