I am from ...

I have finally taken a challenge, Owlhaven So here it goes: I am from pencils with worn tips, from ice-cold Coca-Cola and freshly brewed Community Coffee. I am from the house with the jungle of a yard with a reflection of this on the inside as well. I am from the loving, very full, home that smells of pumpkin spice candles and whatever meal I can whip up in an hour. I am from magnolias so divine and tough and wisteria mysteriously intertwining. I am from baking with children every holiday to never leaving without saying I love you. From the forgiving Legendre’s and assertive Plaisance’s and determined Gautier‘s and witful Cheramie‘s. I am from the most forgiving hearts and giving hands. From old spirits in young bodies and open minds. I am from Christians, who believe God will get you through it. I'm from Cajuns in Louisiana, from France, Spain, and Italy, from Mom‘s white beans cooked in Granny‘s pot to sloppy wipe your mouth fifty times roast beef po-boys. From the early Sunday morning raves from Granny and Papa on dancing the night away the night before and willing to relive it out once more to the mounds of Mawmaw’s books surrounding every wall. I am from old tattered albums, self-written poetry books, grandma’s tea set, and hand-made blankets that tell of a journey worth taking again, and again, and again.