Thank you for teaching me to savour the independence I love. I'm happy that our relationship has grown and changed from those days when I'd shut myself in my cold room and shove mean, cruelly written notes underneath my door. Because of the physical space we now have between us as well as a few years, I see a lot of things I respect in you.
Thank you for being fearless in changing your life for the better. Thank you for bringing an understanding, compassionate, funny, and beautiful mama figure into my life. I am thankfu that giggly butterball of wonderment that the two of you now have.
Thank you for the seersucker suits, the salmon and madras shorts, the preppy Ray Bans, the endless pairs of Keens and Chacos, the corduroy blazers and that beard that used to make the neighbors think we were Mennonite.
Thank you for my overly sarcastic sense of humor and all the laughs we have shared. Thank you for sending me messages of support and love in whatever I attempt, even though the path I want to take in my life so greatly differs from your own. Thank you for a genetic predisposition to insomnia, being inflexible, blindness, and a love of procrastination.
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