Parents.

They are the people I take for granted the most. The people who I snap at when I've had a bad day. The ones who get "the pleasure" of hearing about a fight with friend or a bad day at work. The people who love me too much for my own good. The adults that I feel I can relate to the most. The ones I currently call my roommates, but are far more than that. The ones who I use to scream at when I got grounded. The ones I am so thankful for for grounding me. And trying their best to teach me right and wrong, even though they knew I would figure it out on my own. The people who instill confidence in me when I feel insignificant and self conscious. The Dad who would drive 3 hours to Tuscaloosa to have lunch with me....on his birthday. The Mom who drops everything she is doing to comfort me during a break-up.  The people I want to be exactly like when I grow up. My support system. The people I consult on every life changing decision I make. And the people I consult on many small and trivial decisions that feel life changing at the time. The ones who have taken me and my friends on too many beach trips to count. And who truly enjoy every moment of that. The father who gives in too easily when I find a handbag that I "really need." The mother who gave up a job that she loved because I hated going to After School Program when I was 5. The people who can take one look at me and know that something is wrong. But let me come to them when I'm ready. The ones who I want to kick back and have a beer with. And the people I want to sit in church with. The ones who never cease to amaze me with their strength, courage, confidence, ambitions, decisions, and ability to laugh and cry and admit when they're wrong. The people who try their hardest to treat me like an adult, even though I'm still their little girl. The people I know I can count on, no matter what.


I don't say it enough, but I am so blessed and so thankful for my parents.