I am from the mountains; from Lunchables and Deer Jerky.
I am from close friends and even closer family.
I am from fried chicken and roast beef, from banana pudding and potato salad.
I am from my mommy, named Betty but goes by Susie, my daddy, kind to everyone because he was raised that way, form my mamaw Bulah and my papaw James.
I am from being the middle child and sometimes getting overlooked.
I am from screaming matches with my sisters and rough housing with my brothers.
I am from opening presents on Christmas Eve, and eating dinner on Christmas day.
I am from mountains of green and skies of blue.
From leaves falling in the Autumn to rain in the Spring.
I am from my home on a hill, blue and full of memories to last a life time.
I am from “believe in yourself”, from “trust your gut and follow your heart.”
I am from saying what I think even is no one asked.
I am from being myself and loving every minute of it.
I am from singing from top of my lungs especially when they tell me to be quite.
From books, pages filled with love and adventure.
I am, from arguing with my sister over her bad choice in guys, from family fights and family reunions, from the camping trips with my parents and siblings.
I am from pictures on the hallway wall, dangling from a nail, ready to be taken down and replaced with new, better memories.