I am from family dinners, from family movie nights and Amazon.

I am from the weeds and dirt in the outlot far away, hidden from home and make believe worlds and stories believed with whole heart.

I am from pajamas on Christmas and blue gray eyes, from mom and dad.

I am from sprinklers and ice cream trucks, from snowmen and winter forts.

I am from hardworking and loving, and a dog named Ollie.

I am from Hartland, the United Kingdom and Scandinavia, spaghetti, meatballs and garlic bread.

From two grandfathers in the National Guard during the Vietnam War to a great grandma who lived to be just shy of 102.

I am from a second story room where I surround myself with mementos of my childhood.

From love and warmth and a family who enjoys spending time together.

I am from these descriptions and memories never allowing me to forget —  I am from my family.