I want to thank you for your support over the last two years. I KNOW I was not easy to live with. Thank you for all the times you took care of the dishes and dinner making, and let's face it, everything else while I binge watched "House" on Netflix, curled in a ball of pregnant mess.
Thank you for not making me feel more terrible when I admitted that I wasn't sure I loved our daughter. You assured me that I did and would and it would be okay. You were right.
Thank you for tell me it was time to get help. That it wasn't dumb to go on meds, and that if it made me feel better, it would be worth it.
Thank you for every time you said, don't be silly, she loves you and I love you. Even now, when I need the reassurance less and less.
Thank you for encouraging me to follow this dream. For moving your schedule when I need, for tolerating the time it takes for me to help other moms.
Thank you for staying by me. For having the tough conversations. For being my rock.
I love you.
Thank you for holding my umbrella when I couldn't,
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