Where I'm From

I am from a trunk full of dress-up clothes, from Barbies, baby dolls and Minnie Mouse.

I am from West Second Street, the white house with green shutters, carsick, weekend drives up country roads leading to the Wiles family farm.

I am from clothes hung outside on the line, crisp, fresh smelling sheets.

I am from a tire swing hung by a worn, yellow rope and Wiles family reunions every first Sunday in August, from Mawmaw’s 1960’s class and Grandma’s homemade bread and peperoni rolls, from Pawpaw Rose’s passionate prayer and Grandpa’s hard work and country roots.

I am from sleeping under burgundy church pews, Sunday school programs, church camp on Holy Hill, and powerful worship services.

From forts of quilts and clothespins, childish arguments and tears with my brother Ethan, that made him my best friend.

I'm from family dinners at the kitchen table, deer steak and gravy, and mashed potatoes from grandma’s garden.

From my dad’s eyes, strong will, and camouflage. From my mom’s smile, compassion and encouragement, and high heels.

I am from a family full of love, faith, and heritage that shaped the life I live now. From powerful role models who I hope are reflected in my daily life.

I am from the beauty of a family, state and country. From blessings beyond measure, and a life worth living.