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You showed me what true love looks like. The image of you running to the door the second you heard Dad’s car pull up, so that you wouldn’t have to wait another second before throwing your arms around his neck, showed me that enthusiasm doesn’t have to fade with marriage.

And I love that you made the first move. You saw him sitting in the park and got off the bus because something in your heart said that you had to talk to him. That moment changed both of our lives, and if you had hesitated, or been afraid who knows how different life may have been.

You were always straight with me. You admitted that being in love doesn’t stop you from noticing the cute guy walking down the street; it just stops you from acting on it. You gave me realistic expectations that love is not a fairy tale, but a commitment to another person that takes a conscious effort. And the home that you built together showed me that effort is completely worthwhile.

You showed me that it doesn’t take make-up or keeping up with the latest fashions to be beautiful. You always looked amazing with just the tiniest touch of mascara, your self-cut hair and some amazing vintage band jacket that you found at a thrift store or estate sale. You embrace a truly unique style, but what carries it off is your completely nonchalant attitude about it.

And finally, thank you for never apologizing for your ambition or intelligence. You would never dream of changing who you are to please a man, and found one that appreciates everything about who you are. Thank you for marrying your best friend.

Thanks, mom, for teaching me lessons about love, feminism, and beauty simply by living your life.

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