In case I don't say it enough, I'm proud to be your daughter. Though my brattiness and moody teenage years, you've always been my best friend, but more importantly, the best mom.

You've helped me through every heartache and misfortune, no matter how small. You were there for every school play, even if all I did was sway in the background and mumble the words to Christmas carols. You paid for every dance class and had a front row seat to every recital.

You hugged me when that kid called me a name on the playground and calmed me down after I had a nightmare. Aside from getting me through the bad, you celebrated the good.

Thank you for never making me feel anything less than the most important person in your life. I know it might not always seem like it, but you're the most important person in mine.

I may not be the 3-year-old girl who always tugged at your pant legs or cried when I got my hair brushed, but I'll always be your little girl. Despite the fact that I'm older now, I'll always be your baby. You always say how one day I won't need you anymore, well I'm sorry to tell you, you're stuck with me because I'll always need you.

I'll need you to show me how to cook because you and I both know I can't live off pizza rolls my whole life. I'll need you to tell me when I'm being a bit dramatic because let's be honest, I'm sometimes the queen. And after I'm out of the house and on my own, I need you to remind me that I don't know everything. I'll need a hug when I've had a bad day at work and a cup of your famous hot chocolate when it's chilly out.

One day, I'll have kids of my own who will cry when they fall off their bikes and need their number one fan watching them at soccer games and dance recitals. I just hope that I can make them as proud of me as I am of you.