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(Kind of an) Open letter to my mother, who I’m pretty sure has been sneaking in here for a while and who is celebrating lots of years of glory, blood and guts today.

You are the ballsiest woman I know, and also the very most gentle.

I often wonder if you would rather have been just a little bit more, erm, bored while mothering me.

Also, I love your laugh; I love it most especially when I am the one who elicits it.

I don’t have to yell from the rooftops, touting your sacrifice and pain on my behalf: The fact that I’m even alive today, much less healthy and thriving, is testament to that.

I really, really love you. More than that, I respect you, and that respect is born of the love I just spoke of. Happy Birthday. Happy, happy, haaaaappy birthday.

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Don´t be shy. Lay it on me.

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