I am from great grandma Jenny and her distinguished rose.

I am from summers at the beach and heavy winter snows.

I am from a bustling home and a yard bursting with imagination.

I am from a family where “head over heals” is no exaggeration.

I am from “Wait, whatʼs your name again?” on my very first bus ride.

I am from a brain full of secrets and “thatʼs classified.”

I am from the six legged octopus of matching Hello Kitty shoes.

I am from hidden forts at Teusinkʼs made of “rare” bamboos.

I am from cannonballs into the green and blue hut tub.

I am from the old Branch Office that sometimes refused to budge.

I am from soft green grass and sapphire blue skies.

I am from the back of a horse as the world flies by.

I am from cartwheels on old wooden balance beams.

I am from backflips and handsprings on trampolines.

I am from stitches, strained muscles, broken fingers and nose.

I am from insane barn sleepovers where only the glow-stick glows.

I am from dancing, biking, and hula-hooping through Wal-Mart.

I am from B-Town and Profession of Faith that really touched my heart

I am from Tulip Time parades and twirling my baton.

I am from so many things, the list goes on and on.

I am from my remarkable family who loves me in every way,

But mostly I am from God, and Heʼs why I am here today.