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Thank you, Mom, for making the sacrifice to bring me into this world. Pregnancy and labor are long and unbearable at times, but you did it all for me. 

Thank you both for letting me be little with such little responsibility or demands. Those years are so important for kids to just be kids. 

Thank you, Mom, for forcing me onto that bus in first grade. I learned that I could be without you, but that you’d always be there waiting for me at home. 

Thank you both for taking care of me when I was sick, always. You taught me how to be nurturing and to provide comfort to others.

Thank you, Mom, for not allowing me to wear makeup until high school. You taught me that “less is more” and makeup isn’t my identity; nature is my true identity. 

Thank you both for allowing me to be a teenager when it was probably the last thing you really wanted. The trust you had in me and the freedom you allotted me shaped my strength and independence. As a parent now, I admire your strength in allowing me to do so. 

Thank you both for being my parents, not my friends. You taught me discipline and righteousness in the most loving way.

Thank you both for letting me make my own decisions about life and never pressuring me to be something I wasn’t. Careers are hard to choose so young, but you allowed me to believe I could be anything I wanted to be, and always supported my choices.

Thank you both for accepting and loving my husband. We were young when we started dating and young when we started our family. You never doubted us, only supported us. 

Thank you both for being our unconditionally loving Nana and Gramps. Our daughter has the greatest role models and fans in you. 

Thank you both for being my parents and my best friends when I became a parent myself. I have gained the greatest friendships with you and for that I am forever grateful.

Thank you, Mom, for showing me exactly how I want to be as a mother and a wife. I learned I want to be me but that I am always striving to be you. 

Thank you, Dad, for giving me the best example of what a man should be. I chose my husband because he is a hard-working, loving, and supportive partner like you. 

Thank you both for showing me what a partnership should be. I learned that no marriage is perfect, but that if we do it together as a team, marriage is remarkable. 

Thank you, Mom and Dad, for always loving me and giving me the best foundation in order to walk through life with my head held high, but with my feet always on the ground. 

Love, 
Your daughter

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