I am a hazelnut latte every Sunday morning.

I am greasy hair and a basket of dirty laundry at 2 PM some Saturdays.

I am a piano and the tapping of my pencil in class.

I am mascara every other weekday and red lipstick on Fridays.

I am a deist attending a Methodist church, and I am comfortable.

I am a stack of responsibilities on my desk, knowing not one will be done until the last minute because I am quick under pressure.

I am a loving girlfriend to a Belgian who lives an ocean away, and I am the "je t'aime" that is said over the phone to him at 5 PM every day. 

I am a lead foot and a dead cell phone in the shotgun seat with the windows rolled down and Fall Out Boy on the radio.

I am lavender in the summer and peppermint in the winter.

I am maternal by nature.

I am 4 plates of spaghetti for dinner and a consistent number on a scale.

I am flat notes in the shower and "sweet tea, please."

I am tears only at midnight with not enough sleep and too many painful thoughts in mind.

I am Hope. I am witty. I am intelligent.

I am capable and it would be foolish to let only tears define a face without giving the smiles consideration.