Dear Mom,

Dear mom,

I wish I was able to tell you this in person, but happy birthday! It’s so hard to believe it’s been three years since the last time I got to say that to your face. I miss you so much I can’t even begin to explain. There's so much that I wish more than anything that you could've been there for.

I made it to college! I got a scholarship and everything, just like you wanted. I wish you could see my dorm and everything I’ve been doing. I have really hard classes, but sometimes they can be really fun. I LOVE psychology! My teacher is so much fun and we always do some sort of crazy experiment in that class. We made paper airplanes and my teacher squirt some kid in the face when we were learning about operant and classical conditioning. I also really like my rock history class. My homework for two weeks was literally to listen to The Beach Boys and the Beatles. The homework for that class is kinda boring sometimes but the actual class is really fun. Statistics is about to kick my butt, but I’m trying my hardest to get a good grade. I got a 98% on my last biology test and I got a 102% for my final grade in NAU 100!

I got a car and my license too! It’s red and it’s so cute, you would love it. Before I left for college, I drove EVERYWHERE. I love driving so much! It’s seriously so much fun and I wish I had my car here with me. I hate not being able to drive everywhere anymore.

I miss going on walks around the neighborhood while we jumped on the squares because you were trying to teach me shapes. I miss riding on the back of your scooter every day to kindergarten. I miss riding my bike while you rode your chair around the neighborhood when dad was at work. I miss our movie nights and telling you about my day and how if dad ever said no to something I wanted to do, you would somehow convince him to let us do it. I miss you sneaking me money for choir trips and going to get our makeup done and shopping together. I miss your hugs, your laugh, your voice, your stories, your cornbread stuffing, and you teaching me how to cook. I miss you forgetting everything I told you and having to repeat myself over and over and visiting you in the hospital (not just because I got to eat in the cafeteria, I promise). I miss everything about you, but most of all, I miss my best friend. I love you so much and I can’t wait until the day I get to see you again.

Love,

Peapod