I Am From

I am from magnets covering the fridge and colorful mugs. I am from books and newspapers. I am from brown and beige and old wooden decks and golden sunshine. I am from Taylor’s Orchard and neighbour kids and creeks and rollerblades.

I am from easy-going and giant Sunday night laughing and snacks. I am from lovingly annoying. I’m from reading and talking during movies and late nights.

I’m from listening to stories and colorful afghans and vanilla candles and waves. I am from pizza on Christmas Eve and long drives home from church. I am from green walls and grandparents and a mint green cottage. I am from a yellow portable next to red brick.

From Starbucks and dark docks and Neapolitan ice cream and peanut butter cups. I am from a brown lawn swing full of cousins. I am from laughing so hard that breathing seems impossible and you wish you didn’t need to. I am from loud music and singing while driving on warm summer nights and cold winter ones.

I’m from walking through snowflakes and gingerbread men and pink aprons and tiny desks and busy minds.

I’m from photos on my walls and videos. I’m from emails and fireworks on Canada Day and “history trails” in parks and French vanillas and purple hats and wrinkly brown envelopes and slow smiles and prayers.

I am from warm smiles and beautiful brown pews and stain glass windows.

I am from notebooks- empty and full.

 

This http://lifeisforlivingbook.com/2013/10/12/i-am-from/ is what brought this post about. It’s kind of fun to think about all the random little things in your life that make you who you are. 

2 thoughts on “I Am From

  1. The words that say it just so. I could taste, see, experience with you. Love it. You’re a master word crafter, Jasmine!

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