I am from chocolate, from Kirkland Brand, and clothes that are someone else’s.
I am from the two story, interesting house that stands by the houses of neighbors that have been our grocery supply when time is little.
I am from the pineapple plant that never grew, the fake fern that’s almost as old as I am, though there’s really no way to tell.
I am from singing around the piano and not being afraid to speak my mind, from Denise and Frazier and Furlow.
I am from the thinking too hard and the dreaming too much.From “Wait until you are older” and “You made me proud.”
I am from the LDS church, from temples built high upon mountains and scriptures to read at night.
I’m from downtown Salt Lake and exquisite Europe, from delicious roast that became a Sunday family tradition and caffeine free diet coke that I am sure was my mother’s own special way of protecting us from addiction and sugar highs.
From the running on the roof and then laughing for hours about it later. From the beautiful face and the contagious laugh.
I am from trips to Disneyland, from keys being pounded on the piano, and trying to outdo each other as siblings just can’t resist.
I am from the good, the bad, and the in between, from the family that always pushes me forward, and takes me where I am to go.
