Where I'm From
I am from long, winding back roads, from old blue Ford tractors, and living from our land, and the land of our ancestors.
I am from the new, two-story blue house on the corner, and the sound of revving four wheelers from all directions of "Lazy Acres".
I am from the fruitful blackberry bushes in my grandma's backyard, and the towering, strong chestnut trees surrounding our home.
I am from Sunday services followed by family dinners and memory making; from my mom's blue eyes, my grandma's round nose, and my dad's big heart and love of helping others.
I am from the endless supply of smores near our regular backyard bonfires, and story telling from the "old Wickwire days".
From "A, You're Adorable", and "be careful Lucy".
I am from Bible School, "Belly Baptists", and learning to live for God with the help of my family. From my first picture bible, to my current pink King James Version.
I'm from West Virginia, Ireland, and England (with just a hint of Germany), from homemade peach cobbler and Grandma's famous blackberry cake.
From the sister and best friend who taught me a love of all sports and "athletic stuff", a mother who is a teacher and gave me the patience, love, and kindness to fulfill my dream profession, and step-siblings who show me the support and security of a big family, and that different last names mean nothing in our house.
I am from a family of faith; of grief, of gratefulness and humility. From a home of patience and understanding, hard work and traditions. From "We may not have it all together, but together we have it all".