Letter number 5 (which is a day late) is for my American Mom.
I don’t know if there are even any words to say what I want to you.
I aim to surround myself with fierce females who I look up to, aspire to be like and you are definitely one of them… what a woman!!!
You are one of the most generous people I have ever met, period. You’re generous with everything but your time and your love
are the ones I love most! You wear your heart on your sleeve and there is quite literally nothing that you won’t do for someone you love. How lucky am I that I get to count myself as one of those people!?
I probably don’t say it enough but I love
you too. So much.
I remember talking to you on the phone when I was still at Uni with Jade and you invited me to stay with you in LA – obviously I was thrilled because, you know me, any excuse to get on a plane. The 2 week invitation slowly became a 3 month invitation and the Summer of 2013 you welcomed me with open arms and through the years you made Rincon Ave. a safe place for me. When I have a panic attack I often find myself thinking of your home because it really is such a safe space for me. It calms me down.
Thank you for that.
I also have some more thanks come to think of it.
Thank you for knowing me a bit better than I know myself.
Thank you for noticing changes in me, in my mental health before I’ve even noticed them and thank you for not being to scared to say something to me about your concerns. Not a lot of people do/would.
Thank you for reminding me it’s ok to change me my mind about everything from what pants I’m wearing to whether or not I want to move across the world on my own.
Thank you for never judging me and giving me a safe space to completely be myself.
Thank you for making the best lasagne in the world and for always freezing some so I can take some home with me.
Thank you for always trying to remember that I hate people talking to me for the first 10 minutes after I wake up 😂 You rarely remember until I grunt a response at you but to do try haha.
Thank you for being part of some of my favourite moments in my life – every time I hear ‘Happy’ by Pharrell I think about us in the apartment in Naples ♥️
Thank you for always insisting that we see each other at least once a year.
“I really like it”.
Can’t wait to see you in May
♥️♥️♥️ Your Michaela baby!!