I am from grass to dirt; from scrapes to cuts.
I am from Sunday morning breakfasts to Monday morning chaos.
I am from planting flowers at grandma’s to playing soccer with dad.

I am from good and bad.
I am from my mother’s stomach where she held me for nine months.
I am from dads motto “Shake it off, you’ll be fine” and “If you're not working, someone else is.”

I am from Louie to Buttercup to “My Little Angel.”
I am from daddy’s girl to momma’s world to papa’s favorite.
I am from my father's heart and my mother's love.

I am from pig tails and barbies to the Lion King and Sleeping Beauty.
I am from baking at grandmas and cooking with mom.
I am from all the smells of the world.

I am from a changing scenery from houses.
I am from looking out of windows.
I am from my neighbors stories.

I am from a family who knows absolute boundaries, “they mean what they say and say what they mean.”
I am from a amount of plane rides to states and of driving to cities.
I am from hard and soft.

I am from where your best isn't good enough.