As a young girl, she played barbies with me, and built me a barbie house.
She showed me the best music, and would spoil me a lot.
I would always hug her leg, and never want to leave.
We'd get in fights and I'd leave messages on our home phone for her to listen to telling her sorry.
She'd always pinch me with her toes, because she thought it was funny.
When my friends were mean she'd always wipe away my tears.
As I got older she decided to be cheer mom to be supportive of me and my sport.
I wanted to be just like her.
When I would try and sneak out with boys she always knew.
She'd tell me to put on lip stick just in case a boy wanted to kiss me.
She was always supportive of me in everything I did.
I hit high school, and struggled.
She did everything she could to fix it.
I went through a heart break, and she held me in her arms.
I was constantly sick, and she made sure they did everything they possibly could to figure out what's wrong.
She'd stay up late to hear about the dates I went on.
I can always tell her everything, and she will always listen and never judge.
She gives the best advice.
When people wronged me, she made sure they knew they don't mess.
She's my best friend in the whole entire world.
And has done more for me than I could ever ask for.
She's the most amazing, wonderful person on the face of planet earth.
She's such a strong person, and a great example of someone who can forgive.
I was so blessed to have her in my life, and to be her daughter.
God really spoiled me.
So here's to you mom, on your 25th birthday ( wink wink). I hope you know what an amazing perons you are, and how much I look up to you, and above all how much I love you.