Emma Wyatt
I am
I am lavender scented soap, from the farmers market and somebody’s garden. I am a home of five sisters and two happily married high school sweethearts. I am a freshly mowed lawn, a hike to the top of our mountains, a fleeting breeze. I am birthday breakfasts in bed, my mother’s brown eyes, and my Grandma Sherrat’s jaw line. I am the loud Wyatt voice. I am the sharp Andersen tongue. I am an unbeatable employee, and an extra shift. I am the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I am Irish, Danish, English, Scottish, and French. I am a Wyatt and an Andersen. I am a mover and an expert fitter-in. I am Emma Wyatt.
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