I am From...

I am from

soccer cleats lining the hallway.

From

scentsy warmers around every corner.

And

off brand dish soap cluttering the counter.

I am from

19716 the house with faded yellow paint and green trim.

It looked

As if the paint was melting right off the old house.

I am from

The egg shaped tree standing tall and hanging it’s limbs low.

The

Rose bushes lining the fence blooming a deep red flower.

I am from the

Picking of the “perfect” Christmas tree the weekend after Thanksgiving.

I am from

loud and rambunctious at all hours.

From

Mark and Laura.

And

Grandma And Grandpa.

I am from the

Embarrassing pictures.

And

buckets of tears and jars full of laughter.

From

not me did it.

And

the I don’t knows.

I am from

Sunday dresses and Wednesday night icecreams for learning my bible verse.

I’m from

Manorea Hospital,

Pumpkin pie,

And

Sugar.

From the

Long nights of hide and go seek with all of the cousins

when we always made Jeff seek first.

The

Books Grandma hand picked for everyone of us.

I am from

Unconditional Love,

Religion,

Family,

Laughter,

Joy.

From

Parents who give us all of their love and support.