Keep my bedroom open.

I know I already wrote once, but I think this blog will read backwards (so it doesn't matter). I just keep wanting to add more and more memories.
You make me feel so important and intelligent.
You make me feel that my opinion matters because you take the time to ask me my opinion on topics. Not many people do that to me! (I usually just have to blurt it out and then feel stupid.)
Very few people saw the importance of me finishing school and even less see the need I have for graduate school, but you have always known how important it is to me.
You and Grandma were the only ones with me when I found out about Eric. You will never know how much you helped me during that hard time.
I love the pride you show at that silly quilt. It was simply something I wanted to do for you and Grandma, but finding a place to hang it, fixing the pole to hang it, telling EVERYONE who walked through your door about it, and making sure the paint you picked would match it make me feel that I actually made something that was truly appreciated.
I think of you whenever I see anything John Wayne or a rider mower (you kept me from being too much a city girl). I even tap on watermelons when I pick one out (even though I have no idea what I am doing).
I love you.
Keep my bedroom open, who knows when I might be moving back to SLC area.