You were right. Thank you notes are always a good idea. You don’t need a recipe to make good soup. Giving birth really hurts. A lot.
I’ve known you for almost thirty years, and you’ve been right for most of them. Maybe that’s why I always call you when I want a second opinion. Or maybe it’s because you’ve become what you said you would never try to be: my best friend.
I know it’s probably inappropriate, but it’s true nonetheless.
Thanks for being a good mother, a great best friend, and the rightest mommy for me.
And thanks especially for your remarkable joie de vivre, which has lent enthusiasm to all my self-improvement projects over the years. If you hadn’t been so proud to me and so glad to me, I’m sure I wouldn’t know how to over-stimulate a certain small person.