Thank you for being 52 and still wanting to have legitimate sleepovers with me, sleeping bags, awful B-rate horror movies and all
Thank you for being genuinely happy to see me every time I walked in the door, even if I looked awful and had mascara running down my face
Thank you for always sharing your
Thank you for encouraging me to do anything I wanted, even if it was ridiculous
Thank you for laughing at my awful jokes and impressions, and crying because you were laughing so hard
Thank you for always wanting to have a cup of coffee with me, even if it was midnight
Thank you for being my best friend, even if you were my mom
I miss you
-Kori-do
1 comment:
ME TOO!
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