Mom,
You may think that my 21st birthday is the worst thing that could happen to you. Yes, I'll be at the bar, but no I am not stupid. Believe it or not, I listen to a good 85 percent of your advice, and because of that you have made me an overall better person.
To me, turning 21 isn't all about being able to finally go to the bar, and occasionally go out drinking with my friends...or more than occasionally...just kidding, mom.
But really, what I'm most excited for is being able to be an adult. I'm getting older, and the thought of that doesn't make me think that I can finally stop listening to my mom, but instead I'm excited for all the things I can finally do with my best friend, you.
Throughout my life, you have always been there for me and I couldn't thank you enough for that. You've helped me through the tears, dealing with my excessive PMS, and always supporting me, even if you knew deep down that I was so wrong it hurt.
Not only that, but you are the reason for my smile. Whenever I'm upset I know you're just a phone call, a FaceTime, or even just a text message away.
You make me laugh more than anyone I've ever met before. You're jokes are so unbelievably corny and I love that 95 percent of the time I'm the only one that understands them.
Calling yourself "Jo-mama" is absolutely ridiculous, the cat pictures you send me daily are insane, and some of the statements you make are so unreal...and I hate/love that will be me one day.
Thank you for all the life advice and letting me know that every stupid decision I've made, you've probably done worse, and that every little achievement I have seem like that most amazing thing in the world.
I can't wait until I turn 21, but don't want to grow up.
PLEASE, I beg you momma, keep helping me pay my bills, and dealing with all the adult things I just can't do yet.
But, also go dancing with me, go to wine festivals, out to the bar and be not just my mom, but my best friend, just like you've been for the my past 20 years. I love you.
Love,
Jeddie





















