I am From...

This was a fun excercise that i got from Jill's blog. Michelle and Kristi have also written one- try it out!

I am from Boncha tea, from clean, but worn and wadded Kleenex from grandma’s pocket .

I am from grandma’s creaky floors I walk in my dreams, from a Christmas tree in nearly every room, and having to hang posters in my closet only.

I am from the wide plots of soybeans and touring wheat fields.

I am from the 12 Days of Christmas and wrapping caramels. I am from intensity, from Charlotte Jane, Jessie Kaziah, Taylors and Hardys.

I am from the overwhelming generosity, and those who have had ‘too many brownies’.

From “to me you’re not” and “it’s not so hard to repent.”

I am from countless second-chances, rebirth and recovery. From a Savior who has suffered all that I have and more so that I can be healed from my own mistakes. From a family I will love and live with forever.

I am from Denver- a city on the edge of the plains, Pioneer stock, Limpa Rye bread, White Mountain cake, and Catawba on special occasions.

From the horror and mourning of the ‘dead-red rag’, the sad and tender stroking of a deer dying on the side of the road, wrapping too many presents on Christmas Eve, and a cake with whole almonds intended for an infant.

I am from putting my name on my grandma’s things, boxes of photographs unearthed by greedy, fumbling hands, hoarding collections of things I will never have room enough to inherit, and documenting my life in a more organized fashion so that one day, if I can give them up, my children will inherit my memories.