Thank you mom and dad for loving us, but most of all, thank you so much for loving each other.
While I am grateful for what they do, I can’t help but also see the humor in the messages I receive.
Whether it’s shouted, whispered, or even written, words have the power to make or break lives.
What you tell your mom: “Can’t complain!”
What you’re really thinking: “Do you have 20 minutes for me to complain?”
As you get older, you realize that your parents were people before they were your parents.
She is the one who taught you manners.
Between the nags and useless bullsh*t parents throw at you, there is some real wisdom.
The Underminer, who consistently degrades you and/or your side of the family.
Above all else: don’t let her ever find out what emojis are. Ever.
I don’t know where she is, or what world she is in after death, but I find myself wishing that I could know her lately.