Maybe we all feel this way but… really.
I don’t know how I got so lucky.
When I watched the Gilmour Girls with you at age 12, little did I know we’d soon fill those shoes.
In exactly eight months I will be half your age Mom. I think that means we can be like best friends because you’re hardly older than me, eh.
These past <21 years have been the best. Ever.
You deserve more gifts than my saved scholarship money can buy. So obviously I got you a David Lebovitz Dessert cookbook and a lululemon sports bra. Also 52 X infinity hugs. Postdated.
Still… I want to give you back everything you’ve given me and more, but it might take a while.
So please stick around, and I’ll work out a deferred payment obligation. We can account for it like a pention (too many accounting references? maybe? sorry.).
Come to Paris with me.