I am from the pretty white daybed, from chocolate milkshakes and skies bluer than anywhere else in the world.
I am from Saturday dance parties when mom left the house and dad was supposed to be cleaning.
I am from the house on Whitehorse Lane, and then the white house by the lake with the gazebo and ducks, whose sounds I could hear from my own little balcony above the basketball hoop.
I am from salty, sandy summers and miles of meandering bike paths and daydreaming in the backseat of the RV broken down in Barstow.
I am from Warming Hut II and the Booky Joint and Angels Restaurant. From Lake George and Lake Ediza and Highway 395.
I am from Thanksgivings at Irvine Cove full of loud extroverts who brought me out of my shell and taught me to stand on my two tall legs.
I am from Jeanne and Frank Sebek, Lorraine and Roland Hansen, Ann, Jeff, Scott and Allison.
I am from 45th Street in Newport and the soccer fields off Alton and our blue Dodge minivan playing silly songs there and back.
I am from pork chops and squash soup and nights where mom and I shared the mayo and the rest of them shared the butter but everyone got their own artichoke.
I am from the hospital overlooking the harbor, from Denmark and the Czech Republic..a bohemian!
I am from sunshine and encouragement and opportunity and love and burnt bread in the oven.
And I am so grateful.
This post is part of a synchroblog through She Loves Magazine. Go check out all the other fantastic posts! Photo is of my Grandma Jeanne, who passed away a year ago this month.