Where I am From

I am from frogs hollering in the middle of the night, from Remington rifles and days spent hunting on my Pap’s farm.

I am from the gray house up on the hill, surrounded by trees and animals with the smell of chimney smoke lingering in the air.

I am from the hostas growing in the yard with flowers blooming in the summer, the garden full of corn, cucumbers, and potatoes cared for by my parents.

I am from David and Beverly Adams who taught me how to be polite, loving, and to never give up, from Street’s, Adams’ and Feathers’, my husband’s family.

I am the first born who always looks out for her younger sister and the bond we share will last forever.

From “sweet dreams” and “love you bigger”.

I am from faith in the Lord and attending church on Sundays with my husband. Attending vacation bible school in the summertime and praying to God every night.

I'm from a small town that you can miss in the blink of an eye (Newburg). Where mom makes homemade bread and blackberry jelly.

From the generations of family owned sawmills , the loss of a wonderful grandma who is missed every day, and a wedding that took place on June 2,2012, where I married the love of my life and best friend.

I am from trips to the beach, birthday parties every year, and the love of music and singing.  From family cookouts in the back yard and trips to Kennywood.   

I am from a loving mother and father who gave me everything and a husband who loves me with all his heart.

I am still dreaming and continuing the journey of my life in my home, West Virginia.