Mom,

On your 50th birthday, you probably won't feel that much different. Many of us, including myself, will ask how you feel. What does turning fifty actually mean? To you, all you're thinking is, "crap, I am another year older." It's a typical response and I get it. However, though this birthday may not seem that important to you, it means a lot to me; your daughter.

On your 50th birthday, all I am thinking is that I hope you're happy with your life, which I know you are. I want to make sure you've gone on crazy adventures and that you are perfectly content with your experience in this crazy world. On your 50th, I can only hope you look back on all the years you have lived so far, and think, "wow, my life is amazing." Here why:

You have done so much me. I cannot even keep track of the amount of times you have spoiled me, or put myself before your own desires. You go above and beyond to make our family perfection.

I question how you manage to spoil the crap out of your children but yet, we're not a bunch of air headed pricks. I don't know how you manage to pay the bills yet, buy all the decorations for my house. I don't know how you manage to make me feel so unconditionally loved. It must be a mom thing.

I hope one day, (I would prefer a while from now since I am only twenty) that when I have kids, they will look up to me the way I look up to you. That somehow, I can spoil them and they will still have the respect for me that I do for you. I hope they know they can always come to me like I always come to you with everything. I hope when they're twenty, they will still want to go out to lunch and talk hours on end and tell me every detail of their life. I don't know how you do it, but I hope I can be just like you.

Turning fifty is a big deal, mom. Mainly because on your 50th birthday, I am old enough and mature enough to realize that you have done some amazing things in this lifetime, including raising the foundation for this family. More importantly, for being a huge reason that I am the young adult I am today. I hope thirty years from now when I turn fifty, I am in the exact same spot that you are, or should I say, that we are.

Our relationship means a great deal to me. You do all the things every great mom does but your worth goes above and beyond the typical mom. Our relationship is the one stable foundation I can always rely on.

At fifty years old, you have it all together. You have your family, your job and your happiness. Most importantly, you have your kind heart.

Happy birthday, mama. I love you endlessly and I hope your 50th birthday is as fulfilled as the life that we live. Most importantly, I hope you always have you spiritual self to count on.

Love,

Your Daughter