For My Family: Because I Don’t Say It Enough

For my family:

You guys are my everything, and I don’t tell you that enough.

For my dad:

God knows I would not be where I am today if it weren’t for you. Sure, we argue. Because I know everything, so how could you possibly be right? Well you are. Always. I think you are the smartest man in the world. I could only hope to change half the lives you have. You raised four daughters to be amazing individuals, and we look to you in everything we do. You love my mom how I want to be loved one day. You keep her and yourself so young, and so happy. Almost everything I’ve come to believe and understand is because of you. I have my own opinions now, but I’ve formed them because of everything you’ve ever taught me. I talk about you to my friends like there’s no one on this Earth who could possibly know more about the world than you. I think that you’re incredible. I have and will look up to you every day that I live. And I don’t tell you that enough.

For my mom:

You’re my best friend. People make fun of me sometimes because of how often I call you. But whenever I have news, you’re who I want to tell. I make fun of you. Because I’m in college and I know everything so naturally you and your rules are lame, right? Wrong. You care about my sisters and me more than any of us could ever imagine. I’ve never met a woman who’s as strong, independent, and capable as you. You thought having four kids under the age of four was hard. You thought so until you had four teenage girls. You handle parenting better than I could even imagine handling it. You keep the family running. You keep my dad, who I swear is still one of the kids, so content. The amount of respect that he has for you is the kind of respect I want to inspire in someone one day. You are more than I ever could ask for in a mom and a best friend. I appreciate everything you are and everything you do. And I don’t tell you that enough.

For my sisters:

You three inspire me every single day. Your intelligence and growth amaze me. You are so beautiful, and I mean you’re so beautiful on the outside, and even more so on the inside. You have to know that. You have to know how worthy you are. Treat yourselves like princesses, because that’s what you are – but don’t forget to respect those around you. Keep the right people around: you’ll know who they are when you meet them. Keep them because you don’t deserve anyone or anything less. Don’t try too hard to fit in because it really isn’t worth it – not when you’re as capable as you three are. Be yourselves, because there’s no one else who compares. I’m jealous of so many different qualities that each one of you has, and I’m so lucky to be able to learn from you. You three mean more to me than I could ever express. The three of you keep me going… you really do. And I don’t tell you that enough.

For my family:

I love you all so much. And I don’t, and couldn’t ever, tell you that enough.

2 thoughts on “For My Family: Because I Don’t Say It Enough

  1. Dear Abby,you took all the wonderful qualities of your Dad, Mom, and sisters, and rolled them into one beautiful,intelligent, caring person. Words cannot express how proud, and honored I feel in having such a thoughtful, beautiful, intelligent, caring grandchild like you. God has truly blessed all of us by having you in our lives.
    Love, GrandpaXXXX

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  2. Hey ABBY what about your favorite auntie Lee Lee???? Just kidding of course! I thought what you wrote was pretty awesome and touching! We are all so lucky to have you in our lives. YOU ARE PRETTY FANTASTIC YOURSELF!!!

    Love you,

    Auntie Lee Lee xoxoxo

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