Thank you for picking up our dirty landry.
Thank you for washing our dirty laundry!
Thank you for healthy home-cooked meals (almost) every day.
Thank you for getting excited over the little things.
Thank you for making Christmas more than just a present-filled holiday. (the presents were awesome though!)
Thank you for being such a neat-freak. Our home was always a comfortable place to be. (I think some of it may have rubbed off onto me too!)
Thank you for having such big babies and birthing us naturally. It gives me lots to brag about.
Thank you for reading to me. I love to read.
Thank you for encouraging me to do the best I could in school. I did well because of you.
Thank you for recognizing the differences in all of us. The fact that you acknowledged that we’re all different is what helped us to flourish on our own.
Thank you for taking us to the park.
Thank you for going on school field trips with us.
Thank you for putting up with such a rotten teanager.
Thank you for loving me in spite of my rottenness.
Thank you for forgiving me the mistakes I’ve made.
Thank you for preventing me from making bigger ones.
Thank you for your selflessness. I can’t remember ever wanting as a child in spite of the fact that I know we didn’t have much.
Thanks for being such a good friend.
Thank you for not making fun of me when I call you with silly questions now that I’m on my own.
Most of all, thank you for the sacrifice you made in staying home with all of us. I know it was trying, I know it was hard, I know you had to be frustrated and lonely and even crazy sometimes, but I thank you that I never knew. All I or any of us, Zachary, Andrea, Jacob, and Benjamin ever knew was love. You’re the type of mother I want to be someday and I hope and pray that my children can say the same thing of me.
I love you.