SuperDaughter!!

It’s not my fault. I mean, it is my fault that she’s so awesome…after all, I raised her! What I mean is it’s not my fault that this is yet another “all about her” post. It’s her fault. She harasses me constantly until I cave. She’s always liked the attention.

Where do I even begin?? She’s not only a fully legal adult as of this past winter, but she’s also a devoted wife, an amazing mother, a fiercely loyal sister, a determined homeowner, and most importantly…she’s my best friend! 🩵 She’s also a pretty sweet niece and granddaughter too.

So this beautiful daughter of mine…

This woman has a heart of gold. She does her best to be there for anyone and everyone, no matter what they may need. She cries when she encounters someone experiencing a loss, and she gets really fired up and angry when she sees an injustice in the world. She’s been known to cry over total strangers’ TikToks and apologize to mannequins and walls when she bumps into them. She says “excuse me” even when it’s clearly the other person being careless or rude. Her road rage is often expressed through statements like “I hope you run out of gas at an in-opportune moment,” followed by “have a blessed day,” or some similar versions of those sentiments.

As a mom, she puts her daughter’s needs first EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. She’s missed out on a lot of things since having my Tiny Bestie💕, but she’s never once complained. As a wife, she supports her husband wholeheartedly in everything he does. She even went so far as to get a very meaningful tattoo to show her support for one of his dreams. As a daughter, she is constantly reassuring me that I’ve done a great job as her mom. Sometimes I think she’s lying to me, but then I remember that she’s a terrible liar! She just can’t keep a straight face or stick to a story for more than 15 seconds. She put her brother’s name in her phone as “Spare Parts.” ( To be fair, he has her number stored as the same thing. That twin thing is real!). They may night always see eye to eye, but let someone mess with her baby brother (she’s 1 whole minute older), and you’ll exactly what happens when you poke the lion.

As my best friend, she is my hero. She’s been my rock since Mom died. If I need to vent, she’s there. If I need to cry, she’s there. If I need reassurance that I’m not a piece of shit mom, daughter, sister, or friend, she’s there to build me up and pull me through. She reminds me that it’s ok to not be ok, and she loves me unconditionally through it all. I’m still here because of her.

Now I’m sure that there are a thousand other things I could say about her, but then what would I write in the next blog all about her? I can say with 💯% certainty that she’ll expect me to write more about her.

If you know her, I hope you realize how blessed you are to have her in your life. And if you see her, please try to pull her big head down out of the sky since I’m positive this post has inflated it even more! 🤣

🩵 I love you so big, baby girl 🩵