She cries with me and laughs with me.
She supports me no matter what, because she loves me.
She sings back-up when I can't hit the right notes.
She patiently endures my faux pas and pretends that I'm the best mom in the world.
She loves me when I'm cruel and when I'm weak.
She forgives me when I'm mean and when I embarrass her.
She smiles at me when I can't smile.
She hugs me when I don't deserve it.
She knows when I'm wrong, and corrects it when she needs to.
She's willing to drop everything to rescue me, even though I'm supposed to rescue her.
She supports me.
She loves me.
Thank God for my daughter.
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