I am from...

I am from Campbell’s Tomato Soup and grilled cheese cut down the middle, a warm mug of hot cocoa stuffed with mini marshmallows, and, of course, the occasional snuck Oreo.

I am from home-grown cucumbers, breakfast radishes, which by the way are not to be eaten for breakfast, and warm, delicious tomatoes.

I am from “clean your plate” and “you will never see a lima bean in this house!”

I am from Nancy Drew by flashlight and under the covers; The Hardy Boys, Strawberry Shortcake, Holly Hobby and a mom who cares enough to buy a black market Cabbage Patch Kid.
I am from 9 Flintlock Drive.

I am from Girl Scout Camp and red rubber boots, the stables of Foggy Valley Farm, Cambodia Acres and the warm nuzzles of Woofie, Blackie, Misty, and PJ.

I am from New Jersey.

I am from Broadway, chicken pox and the regret of missing Annie.

I am from Easter Baskets and batches of homemade Christmas Cookies, ice cream made with what was left from the raspberries picked by Dad and I.

I am also from “don’t make me pull over this car!” and “Oooooooonnnnnneeeeee…t-w-o…three!”

I am from “be careful,” ballet, and backyard birthday parties; bobbing for apples and pony rides.

But mostly, I am from 1-4-3, I love you.

I am from a good place.