Thank you,

For putting up with ma tossing and turning in bed. At 4 in the freaking morning.

For “borrowing” me your smart shirts to sleep in cause’ I could not fit ma PJs in ma clutch bag.

For resisting the urge to strangle me when I wiped ma hands on the vacuumed seat of your car. Right after finishing off a bag of Doritos.

For allowing me to smother you with a pillow whenever you snore.

For letting me win whenever we arm wrestled. Despite your muscles and ma flab.

For forgiving me when I polished off the last piece of the double chocolate chip cookie even though it’s your share.
(And assuring me that ma ass has yet to be as wide as the doorway.)

For pretending to be a pillow when I mistook your arms for it.

For understanding ma need of getting the same handbag. In 5 different colors.

For hugging a sweaty and smelly me after ma run. Even though I punched you last week for hugging me right after your workout.

For saying that I’m beautiful in the morning. After a night of scientifically and practically testing the limits of ma alcohol level.

For not looking horrified when I applied Body Shop’s Cocoa butter all over your torso and suggested you go into the oven.

For being you.