WHERE I'M FROM

Linking up with Steph over at Adventures in Babywearing...

Where I’m from
I am from the islands – nestled in blue waters, from grapenuts and peanutbutter toast for breakfast.

I am from many houses, always moving – the beginnings of my gypsy soul.

I am from the hibiscus flowers , and the mini bouquets that I made Barbie hold for her endless weddings to Ken & GI Joe.

From the Belgian shepherd “Lady” who patiently wore baby bonnets and was always my trusty side kick – pulling me on my roller skates.

I am from singing little ones to sleep and sharp sense of humors, from “Meahmeah”, “Nana”, Hellman’s and Phoenix’s.

I am from the family oriented and the family proud. Grudge holders and givers. Country music and Classical. Watching “Papa’s” shuck oysters, plant gardens or paint watercolors that would win awards.

From “Sweet dreams Honey Bunch” and “Mares eat oats” and “Jesus wants me for a sunbeam”.

From dolls and stuffed animals ALWAYS in family groups, “boo boo no nose kitty”, from unicorns and rainbows and stickers. Mary Janes, breakfasts with Santa and balloons from Buster Brown shoe store.

I am from hearing coffee grinding early in the morning and then the smell of fresh coffee brewing shortly there after.

I am from both rushed Sunday mornings at Church and peaceful Sunday mornings at home. Swimming in the canal or playing outside riding bikes “till the streetlights came on”.

I'm from Hawaii, St. Petersburg, Paradise, sugar free, vegetarian “hippy” child with the weird lunches containing no bread.

From the “self employed” and the fear that came with trying to explain that.

From the family picnics where someone always passed out, the Thanksgivings where someone always argued, and the swimming pool that you had to stay outside all.day.long. always trying to “dry off” so you could go inside….inevitably forgetting and jumping back in….starting the endless cycle over again.

I am from those who never went grey but went blonde instead, from those who love to read out loud, from rich one day and dirt poor the next. From “this side of the family doesn’t talk to that side of the family”.

I am from all of this and more. A little girl who dreamed big dreams. Who had NO clue what life would hold - beyond “Puff the magic dragon” and “Xanadu”...but felt certain that since she could sing them both - she would be okay. She IS okay :)




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Have a blessed day!
With all my heart- Michelle