Nobody puts baillee in the corner

Thank you for dealing with a 22 hour labor because I was a born procrastinator. Thank you for letting understanding my hatred of pants from a young age and letting me run around naked, with the exception of my baby Chuck Taylors. Thank you for dealing with all of the countless hours of Barney, Timmy the Tooth, The Land Before Time, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (because I was a rather eccentric second grader), Nickelodeon, and Cartoon Network. Thank you for holding my hand during the countless doctors appointments. Thank you for bathing me in oatmeal and Calamine lotion when I had the chicken pox. Thank you for letting me wear red cowboy boots and a Rugrats sweatshirt almost every day to Kindergarten. Thank you for letting me roller blade in the house (also, thank you for the roller blades). Thank you for letting me sleep with you on nights Angel or Buffy episodes scared me. Thank you for every Scholar Dollar and Academic Fair project you made. Thank you for all the snacks you slaved over for Campfire meetings. Thank you for helping me shave my legs and armpits for the first time. Thank you for never making me get braces or a retainer for my two slightly crooked teeth. Thank you for letting me wear a full suit to an awards ceremony because I wanted to be like Diane Keaton in Annie Hall. Thank you for the trampoline. Thank you for putting up with my Good Charlotte and Green Day CDs on the way to school. Thank you for all the trips to Hot Topic. Thank you for helping me through an eating disorder. Thank you for all the horror movie marathons. Thank you for all the spirit bags in marching band. Thank you for all the pep rally t-shirts. Thank you for the class ring. Thank you for the trip to California. Thank you for not making me go to Six Flags for skip day. Thank you for the trip to San Antonio. Thank you for dealing with me being a little shit. Thank you for all the late night phone calls and trips to Austin. Thank you for the bounce house. Thank you for assembling a futon. Thank you for all the door decorations and food runs. Thank you for helping move all the furniture. Thank you for all the $20 deposits. Thank you for the hair dye. Thank you for not getting mad when I splattered your apartment with the hair dye. Thank you for all the Christmas lights and hot chocolates. Thank you for always making every holiday special. Thank you for watching Rocky Horror Picture Show and making Monte Cristos. Thank you for all the Chicken Express. Thank you for every Happy Hour drink from Sonic. Thank you for all the grilled cheeses and Cappuccinos. Thank you for spending two weeks in Austin when I couldn’t deal with adulthood. Thank for you for all the 2AM “I can’t do this/what am I doing” phone calls. Thank you for all the “sweetpeas” and “angels.” Thank you for all the heart and kissy face emojis. Thank you for always believing in me. Thank you for always being the president of my fan club. Thank you for calling me Carrie Bradshaw. Thank you for always telling me I’m beautiful. Thank you for always telling me I’m amazing. Thank you for loving every tattoo, lipstick, and hair cut. Thank you.