I love you. I really do.

You're my go-to. My life line.

You've given everything to me and I couldn't ask for more, though, somehow I do.

You've always believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself.

You're my shoulder to cry on, my boy issue, friend issue, family issue solver.

I crawl into your bed after I get home from work, and you don't kick me out.

You put up with my attitude and my bad moods and bad days.

You get up and go to work every day, and come home to kids in a bad mood.

You pick me up from work when it's snowing so I don't drive in the snow.

You even caught me today, playing with the balloons instead of doing any *actual* work.

You've never let me down, ever.

I wouldn't be here without you.

I love you, mommy.

I know I'm a pain in your butt. I know that my sister and I fight more than the sun rises.

I know sometimes you want to stuff us in the closet because you know our clothes aren't in there.

I know that I'm your first and oldest kid, and me going into the world is scary for you, but mom, don't worry.

I'll always be your baby, and not just because the younger one is bigger than me now.

I'm always going to want to come home and crawl into your bed.

You're my mom, and not a single thing in this god damn world can change that.

I want you to know, ma, I'm okay.

You don't have to worry about me. I'm okay.

I know I've scared you in the past, but you don't need to be scared.

I've got you, what else do I need?
(Okay, maybe I need a jar of pickles but hey, at least you don't have to buy those for me anymore.)

I love you, mom.