mon meilleur ami

there are times when we fight and there are times when we cry, but there is no one quite like my mom.
i never thought that i would say that my mom is my best friend, but she is.

she is there for me when i need comfort and she is there for me when i try to push her away.
she's my team mate every wednesday morning and even though i've become a better bowler than her, we know that bowling is truly hereditary.
she puts up with my bullshit and she gives me just as much of her own.
she holds back when she knows i don't want to hear it and she gives me hell when i really don't want to hear it.
she's is such a support that i've depended on, relied on, and need in my life.

and she even takes me to the chocolate store for lunch after chemo.

je vous aime, maman.