You're the strawberry to my wine.
You're the band to my aid.
You're the shells to my cheese.
You're the sun to my shine.
& You're the best to my friend.
For 21 years now, you've been standing right by my side. You've seen all angles of my worst and all views of my best. You've supported me and criticized me and made me who I am today. So, thank you. Thank you for making my lunch everyday in grade school, for driving me 30 minutes to and from school for years. Thank you for always reassuring me that my headaches don't mean I have brain cancer, or that just because my left arm hurts doesn't mean I'm having a heart attack. Thank you for always putting me first, and letting me learn lessons on my own. Thank you for giving me the option to choose what makes me happy. Thank you for answering my face-times every time I'm at the store trying to find a certain spice, or when I need to know the certain things I shouldn't buy the generic brand of. Thank you for keeping me sane when all hell breaks lose and all I wan't to do is hide away. Thank you for reminding me that a cup of buffalo sauce isn't worth my temper.
Thank you for loving me and supporting me no matter how hard it has been. Thank you for (sometimes) letting me think that the world actually does revolve around me, but then reminding me it doesn't during the times I really need it.
And finally, MOM, thanks for being my best friend. And when it feels like the whole wide world is against me...
You're the sunshine after a storm.
You're the ibuprofen after a hangover.
You're the glue after a heartbreak.
You're the realization that I am someone and I mean something, after crying over feeling like a no one that means nothing.
& You're the best to my friend.