Dear Mummy and Daddy
As I am about to face my birthday, I find myself thinking back to years gone by. Mummy, you once told me that one day I would miss my parents. Well, I kept a tactful silence, I was probably thinking the 60's version of "Whatever", but you know what? You were right as usual.
I have so much to be grateful for and the older I get the more I realise that I never actually did say "Thank you."
Thank you for a secure, trouble free childhood, where I learned the difference between right and wrong and lived in an atmosphere where effort and achievement were recognised. Thank you for the genes which mean I have good health, although while I still think it might be nice to be 5'10 and willowy, thanks to these same genes I remain 5'2 and dumpy.
Thank you for teaching me that you achieve nothing without hard work and that when the going gets tough, moaning solves nothing. Oh and thank you for teaching me to love language and to be able to spell.
As I have seen my darling babies grow into lovely young women, I think I can understand the pride you felt when I went to university, got my degree and when you, Daddy led my up the aisle all those years ago.
You taught me by setting firm but fair boundaries, by sometimes turning a blind eye, but mostly by your own example.
I shall eternally regret the opportunities I missed to show my appreciation and gratitude, but what I now do for my children is the only way left for me to continue the good work you started.
Did I say Thank you? Did I say I love you?
Your loving daughter
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