Thank you for being you.
Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for everything you did for me.
Thank you for everything you gave up for me.
Thank you for not killing me – even though you had every right to do so more times than either one of us can count. lol
Thank you for supporting me.
Thank you for every time you protected me.
Thank you. I never said it enough back then. And now I doubt I say it enough. So thank you Mommy. I love you.
(This is a blog from my old MySpace Blog. Elliott Richard was only a few months old and changes in my daily duties along with the crazy, raging hormones had me seriously thinking about motherhood and how I behaved as a teenager. This is one of a few attempts to express that to my Mommy Dearest. I love you Mom!)