Mother's Day is the one day out of the year that the calendar tells us to celebrate our moms. Well, that day has come and gone. The 24 hours dedicated to you is over, so I think it is only right to thank you for the 8,736 hours you dedicate to me.
Thank you for reminding me not to text a boy 28 times in a row.
Thank you for teaching me that there is no such thing as "over dressed."
Thank you for watching re-runs that I missed while I was away.
Thank you for reminding me that it isn't the end of the world when I miss a group picture.
Thank you for taking me shopping when I come home.
Thank you for telling the guy at the nail salon that he is hurting me.
Thank you for calming me down when all hope in graduating seems lost.
Thank you for breaking it to me gently when something isn't the most flattering.
And whether it is for better or for worse, thank you for making me a miniature you.
