I am from perfume, from mystery and blossom.
I am from the smell of fresh baked cookies.
I am from the orchid, the sweet scent.
I am from football on thanksgiving and dark hair from Debby, and Denise, and Dave.
I am from the goofy laughter and silly names.
From a quiet and sweet little girl.
I’m from Wisconsin, fruit and homemade desserts. From flying on a plane to Europe with my brother, the two of us alone, and the experience we shared.
I am from the antique box hidden away in the cupboard, over filled with family pictures worth more than a million memories.