Dear Mom,
You've been my pen pal since before I could even write. I have saved hundreds of the letters you've written to me and read them often, even though I talk to you everyday. Reading your words is a separate experience from our daily interactions. Your notes have the power to resonate with me at any age:
"Morissa, some people reach for the stars. You reach for the entire universe."
"I really love you, and think you are an amazing lady. I am proud to be your Momma Bird."
"Morissa, you are my princess, my angel, my life."
These are the words that make me smile no matter how many times I read them.
Three specialists told you that you would not be able to have a child. You were crushed. You wanted a daughter more than anything. That is why you have spent my entire life proving how thankful you are to have the daughter you were never supposed to have. And I cannot be more thankful for that.
You are always there for me. Whether you are making me breakfast early in the morning, texting me with advice in the afternoon, or talking about my day before bed. More than that, you are the one person who always listens to me. It amazes me every time you recall something I said in passing months ago.
I always said I wanted to be like you, and who wouldn't? Your many talents, which range from artistic and culinary to social and intellectual, amaze me. You take care of your family like no one else, despite being a business owner who works six days a week. To top it off, you are beautiful, and I would be happy if I inherited just a fraction of your fashion sense!
You are the best role model any girl could ever look up to. Everyone knows we have our own little world together. I am so lucky to have grown up with a best friend who I just happen to call "Mom." You drive me to be a better person. That is why I write.
Love,
Rissy
