I am from brick fireplaces burning with flames.

I am from storytelling and hot chocolate with my old man.

I am from a cute little neighborhood filled with children playing games late into the night.

I am from Barbie dollhouses as big as my room.

I am from Sunday dinners consisting of juicy Roast Beef and buttery mashed potatoes.

I am from a descent of both Italian and Irish family members in which it is much known

I am from apple crisp on a late fall evening topped with vanilla ice cream.

I am from the aroma of Yankee Candles filling the room.

I am from “I love you, I love you my sweet baby girl.”

I am from hugs, kisses, and cuddles.

I am from a small town where everybody knows each other.

I am from those moments of love, of comfort, and of family.