So here, now on the cusp of 30, contemplating the terrifying fact that I maybe sooner rather than later I may have children of my own, just thank you. I could not be more grateful that my kids are growing up to know you and love you. Me and my Dad in — my haircut shows it.
You were right. Thank you for treasuring them, spoiling them, helping them and kicking them in the butt when they need it, just like you did for me.
I base so much of what I do as a parent on how you and Mom raised us. My dad and my husband, friends.
It makes me so happy that you have the relationships you do with them. Your words have given me stepping stones when I have lost my path.
How hard it must have been to see your one child grow wild with wanderlust. You taught me how to be respectful, humble, and caring all at the same time. The day before I was to take my test to be a yoga teacher, they cracked your heart wide open. I thank my lucky stars every night for you.
Learn how to cook. For holding me accountable, even when it was so difficult for both of us.