Where I Come From

I come from my parents. They just loved each other SO much that their love spilled over and made a baby.
I come from hours & hours of reading parenting books, taking parenting classes, & just sheer good will.
I come from family.
I come from my teasing aunts. I come from my rambunctious cousins. I come from my lovely grandparents.
People that have shaped how I am today.
I come from the small-town breeze.
I come from vacations, laughter, and road trips.
I come from cell phones, Facebook, and high school.
I come from friends: Carlee, Lindsay, Sadie, Shelby, & Elise.
I come from the Sugar 4th Ward.

I come from flouncing around in my emerald prom dress.

I come from high-school crushes and embarrassing moments.

I come from junior high, when all I did was wear sweatshirts & ponytails.

I come from watching too much T.V. & sobbing during Pearl Harbor.

I come from refusing to wear high heels.

I come from being insecure.

I come from hope, daydreams, & pumpkin pie.

I come from sleepovers, chick flicks, and too many infatuations.

I come from crying so hard my head starts spinning.

I come from laughing so hard that I cry so hard.

I come from over-thinking & reading thoughtful, intelligent articles.

I come from a lot of things, because really, they have all made me who I am today.