I am from tater tot casserole, red Surburban trucks with lift kits, and wood grain station wagons.
I am from the long, gravel, tree lined driveway and a front yard that takes all Saturday to mow.
I am from tulip fields, a house with a pond, and barns in the backyard.
I am from weekends at the state park beach, blonde hair and blue eyes, from last names that start with De or Van or Vander.
I am from bass tournament weigh-in’s, deer hunting seasons, sled rides pulled by snowmobiles.
From going to church twice on Sundays, and “now I lay me’s” every night.
I am from cabbage patch kids and homemade Christmas stockings. From pig tails and sponge rollers.
I’m from windmill cookies at grandma’s, balkenbrij swimming in dark syrup, and 1000 island dressing.
From the family with a pet pig named Spam, the sisters who wore homemade hair bows are big as their heads, and parents that worked harder than they should have.
I am from a family of four girls, parents who loved each other, everyday ordinary living, and a home on a hill.
I am from a place and time I want my children to know deeply, except for the tater tot casserole part.
Found this meme over at Adventures in Babywearing last week.
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